‘How often do you run into shows as big as that?’ Biggles asked Mahoney, at lunch.
‘Oh, once in a while! Not every day, thank goodness!’ replied Mahoney. ‘Why?’
‘I was just wondering.’ Biggles ruminated a minute or two. ‘You know, laddie, we do a lot of sneering at the Huns, and say they’ve no imagination.’
‘What about it?’
‘Well, I’m not so sure about it, that’s all.’
‘What! You turning pro-Hun, or something?’
‘But it seems to me they’re using their brains more than we are.’
‘How?’
‘We just fly and fight, and that’s all we think about.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Well, in the first place, the Huns mostly stay over their own side of the Lines, knowing that we’ll go over to them. How often do you see a big formation of Hun scouts over this side? Mighty seldom. That isn’t just luck. That
