“Who? Those jet plane fellows?”
“No. The cannibals.”
“Forget that cannibal stuff,” Jack laughed. “Those people are our friends. But we’ve got trouble, all the same.”
“Why? What’s up?” Stew dropped to a place beside Jack on the rock.
“Plenty. There are five men over at the jet plane now, two Germans—”
“Ger—”
“Two Germans and three Japs, and they’ve got machine guns.”
Stew whistled, then he exclaimed: “It’s a good thing Ted’s going to look us up.”
“Ted? Look us up? Where’d you get that idea?” Jack demanded in sudden surprise.
“I got that Jap radio to work. There’s been some sort of fight. Ted was down in the water. Kentucky and his crew located him. They were talking back and forth, Kentucky and Red were, so I butted in. I fixed up a sort of code and told them where to find us.”