André said he did, and the pilot stared down at him thoughtfully.
“Say,” Carson broke out again. “How about you coming along for the ride, and point out landmarks for me?”
André’s eyes lit up. “But—” he began.
“You seen the Invasion beaches yet? I’ll show them to you,” he offered.
Before André could gather his wits, Carson exclaimed, “There’s a patch of blue sky! We better grab this chance. Hang on. Here we go!” And he pushed open the throttle.
André felt the engine quicken and then the forward jolt as the brakes were released.
Smoothly, the little ship lifted after the short run. Banking sharply, it swept toward the far rim of trees and, with inches to spare, skimmed over them.
The mist was breaking up, revealing open vistas. As the plane rose, the houses and fields below shrank away swiftly.
The pilot said, “Keep a close watch for low-flying bombers. They’re all over the place today, cleaning out isolated German pockets.”
Almost at once they were over the marshes.