startled out of their revelry by the booming of the guns. But this is a far more tremendous moment.
Presently the sky is shot through as by a star that comes from below. It is a searchlight, clear and white as a wand, and in another moment ten, twenty, thirty of its kind seem to leap out of the earth and to cross each other like silver swords that are fencing. The Zeppelins must be near; they have been heard; the lights are trying to find them. After a few moments they find one. There it is, far up in the south-eastern sky, perhaps three miles above the earth, a huge, oblong thing of steely grey, as plainly to be seen in its circle of silver white as if it were sailing in broad daylight.
I despair of conveying a sense of the emotions of that moment. Man, who had developed the powers of angels to ride through the sky, was using them for the work of the devil. Even if our enemy had to be believed that he was not coming in his airships to kill non-combatants (which
