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Not one thing have we learned from him but what was too late to be of value. And much of it inaccurate." "Not always," von Herzmann replied. "He brought correct and timely information concerning the movement of that new American pursuit squadron, you will recall. And but for the accursed luck that brought those French Spads upon us at the wrong time, my Circus would have potted half of them."
Spads and Bristol fighters, Sopwith scouts and F.E.'s played their part in the race, and design was still advancing when peace came. Immediately after the conclusion of its trials, a specimen of the type was delivered intact at Lille for the Germans to copy, the innocent pilot responsible for the delivery doing some great disservice to his own cause.
Well, toodle-oo, mes enfants. Be careful with those Spads. They were built for flyers." "You be careful that you don't fall out of that motor cycle side car on the way back," Yancey retorted. "They look like baby carriages, but they're not." As Smoot walked away, stung by this last retort, Yancey turned to Hampden and Siddons. "How'd you like to have a flyer like that in this outfit?" he asked.
The French and English are willing to give them all the old, worn out flying coffins that they can pick up out of junk heaps old two-seater Spads, old A.R.'s, 1-1/2 strutter Sopwiths, and crates like that. If they can get new Spads, like those we saw 'em flying this morning, or Nieuport 28's, or the Salmsons which their commander has been trying to get, then all will be jake.
But just now there was business at hand more urgent than chasing after a man whom he felt sure was both a traitor and a coward. Above him the Spads were engaged in a merry dog fight with the German Albatrosses. But two of the Germans had somehow eluded them and were diving down on Larkin's flight. The action of the next moment was too swift for words.
"Mine are great!" McGee enthused. "Stiff, crusty young C.O., who needs a couple of crashes one fatal, maybe but the rest of them are fine. Great bunch of pilots." "Yeah?" Still reading, but doubtful. "See any of 'em fly?" "No-o," slowly, "of course not." "Um-m. Well, wait until they begin sticking the noses of those new Spads in the ground, and then tell me about 'em.
It was the belief of the French airmen that the Huns would swarm out to attack these planes, or else to give battle to the machine in which Tom and Jack rode. And, in such an event, the swift Spads would swoop down out of a great height and engage in the conflict. And that is exactly what occurred.
The group on the ground watched, open-mouthed, despite the fact that they themselves were flyers of no mean ability. But they had never flown such ships as the Spads, and the prospect and possibilities made their hearts race with feverish eagerness to take off in one of these trim little hawks.
His feats exceeded all hopes, and his appearance in the sky fairly frightened the enemy. On June 5, after bringing down an Albatros east of Berry-au-Bac, he chased to the east of Rheims a D.F.W., which had previously been attacked by other Spads. "My nose was right on him," says Guynemer's notebook, "when my machine-gun jammed. But just then the observer raised his hands.
It will only serve as a path of light for one of those babies up there to slide down and leave you some presents you don't want." Major Cowan was not one to go legging it about on errands. Besides, searchlights were provided for just such uses. Then too, he rather suspected Larkin's motives, and Larkin realized this. "Please let me have one of those Spads, Major," he pleaded.
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