Horace Porter, Our Young Aeroplane Scouts in Russia…
“ As in the span of a clock-tick the young aviators had sight of a child clinging to the high back of the sleigh, a little girl, her hood fallen and twisted over shoulder, and her bright crown of curls tangling about her set, white face.With every nerve tense, and as if strung on one wire, Billy and Henri had a second to think, and in the next time flash to act.In the passing the sleigh swung dangerously close to the curb, upon which the lads were poised for a spring at the wildly careening conveyance. ”
