“And more,” agreed Bowers.
Directly Hal caught the roar of wings coming toward them. He glanced aloft. An American liaison plane was approaching.
Bowers let out a cheer.
The aeroplane approached close enough to see the signal on the turret of the tank, and signalled back that reinforcements would be sent. Then it flew away again.
“In which case,” said Hal, “we might as well get busy again.”
“My sentiments, sir,” agreed Bowers.
They re-entered the tank, leaving their prisoner still tied on the ground. The young German eyed them angrily as they disappeared within.
“Machine gun nest to the right, Bowers,” called Hal, who again manned the gun.
Without further words, Bowers headed the tank in that direction.
“They’re firing explosive bullets, sir,” called Bowers coolly a few moments later as the earth flew high to one side of the tank.