"Do you have to go away at once, Philip?" asked Julie.
"In one hour, my sister. There is not much rest for the _Arrow_ and me
these days, but they are such days as happen perhaps only once in a
thousand years, and one must do his best to be worthy. I'm not
preaching, little sister, don't think that, but I must answer to every
call."
The twilight had spread from east to west. The heavy shadows in the east
promised a dark night, but out of the shadows, as always, came that
sullen mutter of the ruthless guns. Julie shivered a little, and glanced
at the dim sky.
"Must you go up there in the cold dark?" she said. "It's like leaving
the world. It's dangerous enough in the day, but you have a bright sky
then. In the night it's terrible!"
"Don't you fear for me, little sister," said Lannes. "Why, I like the
night for some reasons. You can slip by your enemies in the dark, and if
you're flying low the cannon don't have half the chance at you. Besides,
I've the air over these regions all mapped and graded now. I know all
the roads and paths, the meeting places of the clouds, points suitable
for ambush, aerial fields, meadows and forests. Oh, it's home up there!
Don't you worry, and do you write, too, to Madame, my mother, in Paris,
that I'm perfectly safe."
Lannes kissed her and went away abruptly. John was sure that an attempt
to hide emotion caused his brusque departure.
"Believe everything he tells you, Mademoiselle Julie," he said.
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