Barely had it struck the waters beneath, when a third rock came so close that they could feel the rush of air as it passed downward.  It was as if they were being bombarded by an enemy above, who used great stones instead of explosives.  Their faces paled when the truth struck them like a thunderbolt.  With calm deliberation, deadly intent, and a skill born of dropping bombs on targets during the war, some of the fellows in the machine above were trying to wreck the Sky-Bird with the rocks they had gathered in the field back in Ceylon!