The two craft were slowly coming nearer each other, for both had reduced their forward speed. They were like two big birds of the air, facing each other, hovering, twisting and turning, dodging this way and that, one seeking to escape, and the other endeavoring to catch her antagonist.
First on one side and then on the other, Noddy dodged, but every time Jerry was there facing him. The Comet could not get past.
“He’ll have to go down soon!” cried Ned.
“That’s what I want him to do,” answered Jerry grimly. “Once they are on the ground, we can deal with ’em.”
“Where’s Bill and that fake doctor?” asked Bob.
“In the motor room, probably,” answered the steersman. “I hope they don’t do any more damage to the machinery.”
The game was nearing an end now. Noddy and his cronies were getting desperate. The bully made one last attempt to dodge past Jerry, but our hero was ever on the alert.
Head on, the two ships of the air were almost nose and nose together. Noddy could not possibly get past.
“Go down! Go down!” yelled Jerry. “Go down before I force you, and, if I do, I won’t be responsible for the consequences!”
There was no help for it. Noddy’s unpleasant face, scowling in anger, peered from the window of the pilot house. Jerry saw him pull the lever of the deflecting rudder, for the bully had sneaked around the shop of the motor boys often enough to learn the rudiments of running the Comet.