HARE AND HOUNDS
dragon-fly her Nieuport was beside this great eagle of the air. The other machine, an Etrich monoplane, which was used by Udo von Winden, seemed lost in the shadows of the larger wings. Doris stood quite still, as Cyril had directed, while he moved off noiselessly in the dim light. She saw him slipping from one spot to another, quickly examining this and that, and at last saw him climb up into the machine with his kit of tools. She came nearer as he whispered down to her:
“They’ve taken out some plugs. I’ll have ’em in shortly.” And then: “Go around the lower plane and tell me if the guys are all taut.”
She did as he asked, while she heard him above working over the engines.
“How long will it take?” she whispered.
“I can’t tell—twenty minutes, perhaps. The petrol tanks are empty, too.”
“I want to help.”
“Are the wires all fast?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Then bring me the hose from the petrol tank. It’s there beside you in the corner. You can run it in while I’m workin’.”
She did as she was bid, climbing up with a feeling of exultation into the tall machine beside him.
“The reserve tank first—” he whispered. “Up here between the planes. Here’s a wrench. The opening is on the top.”
They worked side by side, noiselessly and efficiently, Hammersley fitting the missing spark-plugs and connecting a new coil wire which had been removed. He looked over the machine carefully, but could find nothing else missing, or even needing adjustment, for he
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