"Was there a battle?"
"There was."
"Who won?"
"I haven't seen the papers, Smallways. We left before the finish. We got disabled and unmanageable, and our colleagues — consorts I mean — were too busy most of them to trouble about us, and the wind blew us — Heaven knows where the wind is blowing us. It blew us right out of action at the rate of eighty miles an hour or so. Gott! what a wind that was! What a fight! And here we are!"
"Where?"
"In the air, Smallways — in the air! When we get down on the earth again we shan't know what to do with our legs."
"But what's below us?"
"Canada, to the best of my knowledge — and a jolly bleak, empty, inhospitable country it looks."
"But why ain't we right ways up?"
Kurt made no answer for a space.
"Last I remember was seeing a sort of flying-machine in a lightning flash," said Bert. "Gaw! that was 'orrible. Guns going off! Things explodin'! Clouds and 'ail: Pitching and tossing. I got so scared and desperate — and sick. ... You don't know how the fight came off?"
"Not a bit of it. I was up with my squad in those divers' dresses, inside the gas-chambers, with sheets of silk for caulking. We couldn't see a thing outside except the lightning flashes. I never saw one of those American aeroplanes. Just saw the shots flicker through the chambers
