In complete radio and radar silence, Harry Vinson drove his captured flying boat at top speed. Narina sat by his side in the co-pilot's seat with binoculars and scanned the sky constantly.
"You might as well give that up," he told her for the tenth time.
"Why?"
"Because our only chance is to get through completely undetected. If you can see anything through those things, remember that they've been on our trail for a half hour with radar. They can 'see' us long before we can see them."
"I know," she told him. "But if we're detected, there's no way of knowing."
"A hell of a lot of good it will do for us to know," he grumbled.
"Better to know."
"I suppose so."
"We might be able to run."
"We're running this old tub as fast as she will go right now."