“The Germans have a scheme they worked pretty successfully for a while.  When the clouds lie low, one of their machines dashes around below the clouds, only two or three hundred yards up, and in the area into which the Allied planes are likely to come.  This sole machine acts, if the scheme works, as a sort of bait.  Sometimes they pick a slow machine of an old model for the part, and it looks easy meat.  They tell me that the French fliers never could withstand the temptation of seeing such a plane hovering round.  The French flier would give chase, even far over the enemy lines, and at the very moment the Frenchman was about to attack under conditions that left but little doubt in his mind of the issue, unexpectedly, suddenly, he would find himself surrounded by three or four enemy planes of the latest model, with full armament.

“You see, the Germans would have been flying above the clouds, watching, the two planes below, and not showing themselves until the decoy plane had drawn the French flier ten or fifteen miles from his base.  It pays to be mighty wary of anything that looks too easy in this game, and you can’t be too much on the lookout for surprise parties when the clouds lie low.”

“Tell us about the most exciting thing you have seen since you have been out here, Will,” begged Dicky Mann.  “I have been stuck on office work, and don’t get a chance to have the fun the rest do.  I would like to hear something about a real red-hot scrap that you have been in or seen.”

“What work are you on?” queried Will.

“Maps.”

“That isn’t dull work, by a long shot.  You can learn much in the map room that will be worth lots to you one day, too.  A good knowledge of the country, the rivers, the canals, the railroads—–­the ordinary roadways, for that matter—–­has saved more than one chap from making a fool of himself.”

“Dicky is as happy as a clam,” said Harry.  “He knows he is doing good work, and the amount of time he spends over his blessed maps shows well enough that he is out to get some of the map lore stuck in his head.  Quit kicking, Dicky.”

“All the same, you fellows have the fun,” insisted Dicky.  “I like the work well enough.  I will admit that.  And there are things worth picking up in that department, too.  A man would be a fool not to see that.  But tell us, Will, about the most exciting thing you have seen in the air.”

There was a general seconding of Dicky’s request, at which Will lit his pipe for the thirtieth time and said thoughtfully:  “It is not an easy matter to choose, but the thing I had the hardest time to forget, and about the most spectacular thing a man could see, does not make much of a story.  Like many things that take place in the air, it happened so quickly that we were unprepared for it.