“To teach Jerry a lesson,” Dorman flung over his shoulder.
“Wait a minute—”
But Dorman was across the field The mechanics had rolled out his Spad. He jumped and caught his foot in the stirrup, crying to Saufley: “All set?”
“Yes, sir,” Saufley shouted. He was infected with some of the enthusiasm of the tall Texan.
Dorman swung down in the seat and a mechanic grasped the prop.
“Coupez!”
“Coupez!”
The mechanic centered the blade.
“Contact!”
“Contact!”