Stan and the general went along, carrying the guns and grenades. They were about in the center of the field when they heard the roar of a plane motor. Stan listened and then grinned. The engine was a powerful radial. He was certain O’Malley was at the throttle.
The plane swooped around and around high above while the boys got spaces cleared and everything set. Arno called to the others and the flares blossomed out. Looking up into the sky they waited. The plane circled and headed in. Suddenly a barrage broke loose from a hill a half mile away. A German battery had heard the plane and had spotted the flares. The gunners were shooting at the flares and by the dirt they were lifting they seemed to be getting the range.
“He’ll be blown to bits when he lands!” Arno shouted.
“We’ll have to move back or get blasted ourselves,” Allison called, breaking into a run.
Shells were exploding close to them, kicking dirt over them, and the barrage was swinging toward them. Overhead the plane was coming in. It roared over their heads a few feet above the barrage.
“Overshot it!” Tony yelled. “Now he’ll have to try again.”
“And the Germans are coming!” Stan yelled. “Get set with the machine guns!”
When a shell burst close to Allison, he stopped running. Suddenly he shouted, “He’s fooled them! He’s set down at the far edge of the field!”
Sure enough, the plane had landed almost at the edge of the woods. It was swinging around. They all ducked and raced toward it. Stan got there first and was greeted by O’Malley’s voice from the plane.
“Sure, an’ you got out the band for a welcome!”