the motor going until he was in a position to volplane down inside his own lines, where he was received with cheers by his comrades of the camp.
"How goes it?" asked Major de Trouville anxiously.
"I think we are holding them off," said Tom.
He was the first one who had had to return, much to his chagrin. He leaped out of his craft, and was about to ask for another to go back and renew the battle of the clouds, when he saw the big photographing machine returning, accompanied by all but two of the escorting craft.
"A pair missing," murmured the major, as he searched the sky with his glasses.
And Tom wondered if Jack's machine was among those that had not headed back.
Eagerly he procured a pair of binoculars, and when he had them focused he identified one machine after another, at last picking out his chum's. It did not seem to be damaged.
But two of the French craft had been brought down—one in flames, the report had it, and the other out of control, and both fell within the German lines.
"Did you get any photographs of the big gun?" asked the major, when the men in the double machine had made a landing.
