The prisoners alone
were sullen and depressed. The man with the red beard was the only
one that maintained an air of defiant.
Suddenly, the roar of an aeroplane made itself heard, and, looking
up, the boys descried it sailing above them like a gigantic bird
and moving in the same direction in which they were traveling.
They saw at a glance that it was an American plane.
"No more need to duck for shelter when we see those things,"
laughed Billy.
"No bombs coming down to smash us into bits," exulted Bart.
"No," said Frank, "all German planes are on the ground. They can't
look for Red Cross signs and hospitals any more."
"This fellow's swooping down!" exclaimed Tom, with heightened
interest. "Maybe he's caught sight of us fellows and wants to get
a closer look."
CHAPTER X
FROM THE SKY
"More likely it's engine trouble of some kind," suggested Frank,
gazing at the swooping airplane. "My, but he's a nifty driver! See
how he handles that machine!"
"Dick Lever himself couldn't do better," remarked Bart, as he
watched the graceful curves described by the aviator in his
descent.
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