“My beautiful Hellcat!” he said, patting her side. “Look what I’ve done to you!”
Then he turned and looked the island over. It was, he could easily see, not more than two hundred yards long and fifty feet wide, and it curved in a gentle arc. There were rocks, a few palm trees, some low bushes and nothing else.
“Well, I might as well like it,” Scoot said. “It may be my home for the duration!”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
FIND THE CONVOY!
March and Larry stood over the navigation table and looked at charts.
“We’re just about here now,” March said, pointing to a spot not far east of the Philippines.
“What’s that?” Larry asked, putting his finger tip on a tiny dot near by.
“A tiny atoll,” March said. “Couple of hundred yards long, that’s all.”