Page 106 - A Hero of Liége

"But no match for my machine. We'll use that instead of the Taube. I'm
more used to it; it is faster and better for bomb-dropping."

"You won't pilot it, surely!"

"Indeed I shall! My arm doesn't bother me much, and you know I have had
much more experience than you."

"I've had absolutely no experience of bomb-throwing," Kenneth protested.

"Well, you play golf, don't you? Do you remember the first time you went
round?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Simply that, like everybody else, you probably got round in fewer strokes
than you did for months afterwards."

"That's true; and very sickening it is. I'll do my best, then."

When everything was ready, they sat on the grass beside the aeroplane,
scanning the sky for the Zeppelin. Kenneth, it must be confessed, was less

impatient than Pariset, whose mercurial temperament ill-brooked a waiting
game. He was constantly up and down, snatching up his field-glasses every

few seconds, "fidgeting about," as Kenneth said to himself.

It was drawing towards evening when, just as Pariset had dropped his

field-glasses with a gesture of annoyance, a messenger came running from
the commandant to say that the Zeppelin had been sighted.

"How does he know?" asked Pariset, incredulously.

"He had word by field telephone," was the answer. "The airship is coming
from the north-east."