Perhaps the readiness of the two Americans to meet the attack,
however, had somewhat disconcerted the German's aim, for he too,
missed the triplane.
The spotty clouds made the fighting in-and-out work that morning.
The four hunters were still in commission, as was the observation
triplane. Three Boche fliers of the seven had been accounted for,
and a fourth driven down. Things looked very good for the Brighton
boys, but they were over enemy territory and by no means "out of
the woods" yet. A speedy Boche trio which had apparently not before
seen the Americans suddenly dived from a good height and the fight
began all over again.
In the melee of looping, side-slipping and nose-diving that ensued
Bob got his big triplane headed for home and started off at high
speed. This left the four hunters to their own devices, with no other
troubles than to down such German antagonists as they might encounter,
and to get their own machines safely home if they could.
But none of the four liked to start for home until he was sure the
others of his group were all right and ready to come back with him.
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