CHAPTER XVIII
STRIKING A REAL SURPRISE
"Are we heading straight course?" was Dave's next question through the air.
"You're going straight," came the cheering information.
"Found out your hurt?"
"Yes; gas-bag intact, and we've withdrawn out of easy range. One motor damaged more than we can repair in air. Can limp home, however."
"Leave the steamship to me," Darrin wirelessed back.
Inside of another minute and a half, Darrin made out the mast-tops of the stranger sticking up from the fringe of haze as the cloudy, reddish curtain shifted.
If Dave had sighted his intended prey, so had the stranger caught sight of the destroyer. The steamship cut a wide circle and turned tail.