In France the air-fleet, although extensive upon the outbreak of war, was somewhat heterogeneous.
The least of the weapons of the air-fleet would have been a godsend to Thorn and Sylva.
A swift, upward-rising shape swept over the courtyard and was gone—one of the air-fleet now launched to meet the attackers.
The British public poured contributions into the air-fleet fund with a lavishness that has never been equalled in history.
Accordingly the air-fleet came clustering round the flagship like carp in a pond at feeding time.
