Publisher's Synopsis
It was a glorious scrap, and Dick Gunter and I had the best of it right up to the last moment. We were about 6,000 feet up and a mile or so inside the German lines when their two machines came out to drive us away. "We'll take 'em on, Jack," shouted Dick, chortling like the rare old sport he was, and we began our usual man uvre for position. Our dodge was to let them believe we were novices at the game, and I messed about with the old bus as if we were undecided and in a deuce of a funk. They fell in, all right, and at the proper moment I swung round and gave Dick a chance which he promptly took, pouring in a broadside which sent one of the machines hurtling nose first to earth. This put the fear of God into the others, who tried to bolt; but we were too fast for them and, after a short running fight, Dick got them. The pilot crumpled up and down went the machine like a stone to prevent the other from feeling lonely."
