Swinging
roundto the Lake he descended still lower until at last he was
practically skimming the surface of the Lake, since he flew at
the amazingly low height of barely seven feet off the water.
There is no doubt that the noise of his motor was heard plainly
by the enemy, but the mist completely enveloped him, and owing to
the strange pranks that fog plays with sound deceived his
antagonists.
At last, climbing above the bank of vapour, he found that he had
overshot the mark, so he turned quickly and sped backwards. At
the same time he discovered that he had been preceded by
Commander Briggs, who was bombarding the shed furiously, and who
himself was the object of a concentrated fire. Swooping down
once more, Lieutenant Sippe turned, rained his bombs upon the
objective beneath, drawing fire upon himself, but co-operating
with Commander Babington, who had now reached the scene, he
manoeuvred above the works and continued the bombardment until
their ammunition was expended, when they sped home-wards under
the cover of the mist. Considering the intensity of the hostile
fire, it is surprising that the aeroplanes were not smashed to
fragments.
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