Four long, pen-shaped bombs whistled down from the sky. The sea swallowed them and a second later belched an eruption of water.
The Hawk was settling fast now and it seemed the carrier would get away from her. O’Malley cut the incidence. The Hawk lifted a bit, lunged forward and slid over the edge. Then it squashed down, hit and plunged. Stan could see the flying bridge and many staring, white faces.
O’Malley was showing a rare amount of knowledge of carrier landings. He stalled the Hawk as the deck opened under her, then clamped her down furiously. There was a thud, dull but solid. The Hawk wrenched around, screamed complainingly, then set herself at landing position.
Stan tossed his arm over his face and set himself for the crash that would tear him apart. The blow did not come. He slid his arm down, and all around the ship a ring of red-faced sailors peered at him, some of them grinning broadly. Then a cheer broke out.
O’Malley was first out of the ship. He plumped down on the deck and faced an officer who came charging from somewhere. He saluted solemnly. Standing there, with his flying suit hanging on his bony frame, his hawk face peering at the officer, he looked more like a scarecrow than one of His Majesty’s crack pilots.
“Where did this come from and what is it?” the officer demanded.
“’Tis a dive bomber, the very colleen that smacked that pocket battleship not so far back. An’ ’tis a valuable specimen as must be delivered to His Majesty’s air forces,” O’Malley said gravely.
“Go up on the bridge and report at once,” the officer said and his voice was not so harsh. He had seen the Hawk make a direct hit on the deck of the Nazi battleship.
They clumped up to the bridge, Stan edging in ahead of O’Malley. There ought to be a bit of diplomacy used and he was afraid O’Malley might not use the proper approach to the skipper. The flag officer, who had piloted them to the bridge, saluted smartly and retired. Stan faced a grizzled man of about sixty. Steel-blue eyes regarded him frostily. Then the commander smiled.
“My compliments, gentlemen,” he said. “A mighty fine effort though a bit risky.”