Scanning the immediate3 vicinity, and finding nothing of a suspicious character, Derek descended4 from his 'bus, and, automatic-pistol ready for instant action, made his way towards the nearest pyre.
Fifteen yards away was a battered5 corpse6, lying in a hole three feet deep made by the terrific impact. By the colour of the flying-coat, in spite of its being badly burnt, Dick knew that it was not his chum's body. A short distance away, and almost hidden in the grass, were two more bodies, those of the Hun pilot and one of the machine-gunners.
While Derek was contemplating7 the wreckage8, he saw someone approaching—a figure literally9 crawling on hands and knees.
It was Kaye. In spite of the blistered10 face, burned and battered coat—which was still smouldering—Derek recognized him. At full speed he ran towards him, thankful to find his comrade alive, and still more so to find that Kaye could both see and speak.
There was no time for questions. The sharp whine11 of a bullet, quickly followed by others, gave stern warning that a Hun patrol had arrived upon the scene. Derek could discern several field-grey figures advancing rapidly across the untilled fields, the nearmost being only eight hundred yards away. Grasping Kaye's arm, Derek ran. It was a case of discretion12 being the better part of valour. With bullets whizzing past their heads, the two pilots succeeded in reaching EG 19, through the planes of which the German missiles were cutting furrows13 in the doped canvas.
Assisting Kaye to mount the fuselage, and telling him to throw himself at full length in the wake of the pilot's seat, Derek swung the prop14. The motor fired, faltered15, and stopped. Advancing the spark at the risk of a back-fire, he made a second attempt—this time successfully.
Daventry rose across the wind. It was a precarious16 business, but, with a dozen Boches running with the wind, and only a short distance away, there was very little choice in the matter. Pursued by a fusillade of innocuous shots, the monoplane climbed rapidly and steeply to a height of two thousand feet.
A thump17 in the ribs18 made Derek turn his head. Kaye was hanging on with one hand and pointing to the only serviceable machine-gun with the other. Daventry understood: his companion was mutely proposing that they should return and give the Hun patrol a little lesson upon the folly19 of attempting to fire upon a serviceable British machine.
"Work it, then!" bawled21 Derek, and, putting the 'bus into a steep vol-plane, he made for the spot where the Huns, winded by their long run over heavy ground, were gathered in a tempting20 group in the open.
Directly the Boches saw that the biplane was descending22 in their direction they scattered23. The field was dotted with grey-clad figures making a bolt for cover that did not exist.
"We've got 'em cold!" exclaimed Derek, as the machine, moving at will at a speed of over a hundred miles an hour, was directly above the heads of the terrified men, who at their best were not able to run at one-tenth the rate of the biplane. "Why the deuce isn't Kaye turning on the tap?"
He waited in vain to catch the rapid reports of the deadly weapon. The opportunity passed. EG 19 was beyond her quarry24. To ensure opening fire, the biplane had to turn again to approach the panic-stricken Huns.
Derek glanced over his shoulder to find Kaye feverishly25 manipulating the mechanism26 of the gun. Like its fellow, the weapon had jammed at an awkward moment.
"'Pose some sort of good luck attends even Huns at times," he soliloquized. "There's one blessing27, I've scared 'em stiff. Now for home."
He laughed to himself at the idea of calling the ramshackle collection of huts comprising the aerodrome as "home", then, putting the old 'bus up, he turned towards the British lines.
In spite of a load well above that for which it was constructed, the single-seater behaved magnificently. Derek took her up to nine thousand feet in order to cross the opposing lines at a fairly safe height, as far as danger from gun-fire from the ground was concerned.
Presently he caught sight of an object in the air at about a distance of two miles. It resembled an inverted28 bottle with a stumpy neck.
"By Jove!" he exclaimed, "if that's not a Hun with invisible wings I'm a Dutchman. Wonder if it's old Von Peilfell's 'bus? There was a rumour29 that the old brigand30 was buzzing around in this sector31. And our guns are jammed, too."
Kaye also noticed the approaching aeroplane, and called Derek's attention to it. Just then the Hun, encountering an air-pocket, dived a couple of hundred feet, the sun glinting upon the transparent32 fabric33 of the broad wing-spread.
"Hun!" he bawled. "Von Peilfell's, for a dead cert."
Derek had to make up his mind. There was a choice between flight and pure bluff34. He chose the latter.
The Hun and the British machines were on widely-converging courses. Already the lurid35 colourings on the former's fuselage were plainly visible. He was closing with the evident intention of taking stock of a possible opponent.
"I'll make him sit up," declared Derek, as he swung round and headed straight for the Hun.
Count von Peilfell—for it was he who piloted the gaudily-painted 'bus—at first made no effort to avoid a possible collision. It was not until Derek was within fifty yards that he dived steeply, and, looping, came up under the tail of the British biplane, a manoeuvre36 which Derek encountered by looping and practically sitting on his adversary's tail.
Thus both the British pilot and the Hun had a chance which they ought to have seized, but neither of them opened fire. Derek knew why he could not; his opposite number was in a similar plight37.
For a space of four minutes the pair engaged in bluffing38 tactics, each trying to "put the wind up" the other by bearing down at full speed and then adroitly39 avoiding a disastrous40 collision.
Then the encounter fizzled out. British and Hun machines set off on parallel courses at a bare fifty yards apart, the respective crews laughing and gesticulating at each other as if mortal combat in the air was a thing unheard of.
"In working order!" shouted Kaye, tapping the rear machine-gun.
"Good!" yelled Derek in reply. "We've had enough of this joy-stunt41. Let rip right aft."
Without a shadow of doubt the Hun, had he been similarly placed, would have fired a tray of ammunition42 straight at his opponent, but British airmen are made in a different mould. Even at critical moments the innate43 sporting instinct shows itself.
Directing the muzzle44 of the gun away from the tempting target afforded by the gaudily-hued Hun, Kaye let rip. For a moment Von Peilfell's face—or rather that portion of it not masked by his goggles—showed consternation45 and astonishment46; then, realizing that the "fool Englander" was chivalrously47 throwing away a decided48 advantage, he gave a farewell wave with his gauntleted hand, banked, and was soon a mere49 speck50 in the sky.
Four minutes later EG 19 passed over the opposing lines, not a hostile air-craft being in sight, although five thousand to seven thousand feet below the air was "stiff" with 'planes bearing the distinctive51 red, white, and blue circles. Evidently Fritz was in for a very sticky time, to use a common service phrase.
A violent bump, followed by a succession of sideslips that well-nigh flung Kaye from his precarious perch52, gave unpleasant warning that even at a height of nine thousand feet there are dangers from the ground. Ten, perhaps twelve, miles away a long-range naval53 gun was busily engaged in shelling the Boche back-areas, and a fifteen-inch shell approaching the zenith of its arc is no respecter of persons.
By the aid of his maps Derek succeeded in locating his position. He was a good twelve miles to the south-east of the aerodrome, which, considering the various side-shows connected with his patrol, was hardly to be wondered at.
Then, with less than a gallon of petrol on board, EG 19, despite her bullet-wounds and the weight of a passenger, made a good landing almost at the entrance to the hangar.
"Feel a bit rotten," admitted Kaye, as ready hands assisted him to the ground. "Not a bad stunt, was it? A sticky time, but——"
His voice trailed off into an indistinct murmur54.
"Hang on to him, somebody," shouted Derek, leaping from his 'bus.
Supported by two other pilots Kaye was carried off, while Derek, knowing that all that could be done for his chum would be done, hastened to make his report to the Flight-Commander.
As soon as possible he made his way to the field-hospital where Kaye had been carried. The pilot was still unconscious, suffering from no less than three shrapnel-wounds, in addition to being severely55 burnt by the flaming petrol and shaken by his involuntary crash.
"Wonder if it will be a Blighty business?" thought Derek. "He'll be horribly sick about it if the war's over before he's out again. But, by Jove! it looks like it. We've got Fritz cold."
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corpse
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furrows
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