A Two-Motored Flying Boat Came at Them
In two minutes March had slid down the hatch, to be followed by Larry, who dogged the hatch cover tight.
“Take her down to a hundred and fifty,” he said.
Kamongo turned her nose down and slid forward. As they leveled off at a hundred and fifty they heard the roar and felt the jar of a depth charge explosion. But it was not close and it went off far above them. Then came another, a little closer but still threatening no danger to the sub.
“Not full-size charges,” Larry said. “We’re all right at a hundred and fifty. We’ll just wait him out. He can’t be carrying very many depth charges in that job of his. But hold on—he’ll probably get a little closer.”
They all held on, but nothing happened. Not another charge went off. March looked questioningly at Larry.
“Don’t know,” Larry said. “Maybe he’s gone on. More likely he’s playing possum, hoping we’ll think he’s gone and will come up for a look. That’s when he’d get us.”
“Better stay down for a while,” March said.
“Yes, he can’t fly around up there in a circle forever,” Larry said. “We’ll go up in an hour.”
“What about meeting our patrol plane?” March asked.