splinters came flying through the air, its engines burst like shells. A hot rush of flame shot overhead into the darkling sky.
“ Two!” he cried, with a bomb from overhead bursting as it fell, and forthwith he was beating up again. A glorious exhilaration possessed him now, a giant activity. His troubles about humanity, about his inadequacy, were gone for ever.
He was a man in battle rejoicing in his power. Aeroplanes seemed radiating from
him in every direction, intent only upon avoiding him, the yelling of their packed passengers came in short gusts as they swept by. He chose his third quarry, struck hastily and did but turn it on edge. It escaped him, to smash against the tall cliff of London wall. Flying from that impact he skimmed the darkling ground so nearly he could see a frighte
