He did not clearly understand that he had struck the side float of the aeroplane and slipped off, but he perceived that he was flying free on the down glide and rapidly nearing earth.  What had he done?  His heart throbbed like a noisy engine in his throat and for a perilous instant he could not move his levers because of the paralysis of his hands.  He wrenched the levers to throw his engine back, fought for two seconds against the weight of it, felt himself righting, driving horizontally, set the engine beating again.

He looked upward and saw two aeroplanes glide shouting far overhead, looked back, and saw the main body of the fleet opening out and rushing upward and outward; saw the one he had struck fall edgewise on and strike like a gigantic knife-blade along the wind-wheels below it.

He put down his stern and looked again.  He drove up heedless of his direction as he watched.  He saw the wind-vanes give, saw the huge fabric strike the earth, saw its downward vanes crumple with the weight of its descent, and then the whole mass turned over and smashed, upside down, upon the sloping wheels.  Then from the heaving wreckage a thin tongue of white fire licked up towards the zenith.  He was aware of a huge mass flying through the air towards him, and turned upwards just in time to escape the charge—­if it was a charge—­of a second aeroplane.  It whirled by below, sucked him down a fathom, and nearly turned him over in the gust of its close passage.

He became aware of three others rushing towards him, aware of the urgent necessity of beating above them.  Aeroplanes were all about him, circling wildly to avoid him, as it seemed.  They drove past him, above, below, eastward and westward.  Far away to the westward was the sound of a collision, and two falling flares.  Far away to the southward a second squadron was coming.  Steadily he beat upward.  Presently all the aeroplanes were below him, but for a moment he doubted the height he had of them, and did not swoop again.  And then he came down upon a second victim and all its load of soldiers saw him coming.  The big machine heeled and swayed as the fear-maddened men scrambled to the stern for their weapons.  A score of bullets sung through the air, and there flashed a star in the thick glass wind-screen that protected him.  The aeroplane slowed and dropped to foil his stroke, and dropped too low.  Just in time he saw the wind-wheels of Bromley hill rushing up towards him, and spun about and up as the aeroplane he had chased crashed among them.  All its voices wove into a felt of yelling.  The great fabric seemed to be standing on end for a second among the heeling and splintering vans, and then it flew to pieces.  Huge splinters came flying through the air, its engines burst like shells.  A hot rush of flame shot overhead into the darkling sky.