“There are the natives,” Stew suggested.
“Those Germans and Japs would mow them down like grass,” was the quick reply. “It will be better for the natives if they’re never discovered.”
“They’ll be discovered all right,” Stew declared. “You can’t hide for long on this island. It’s too small. I’m surprised that those fellows haven’t hunted us down long before this,” he added.
“Well, they won’t do that just yet.” Jack drew in a deep breath of relief. “There they go, or at least the Germans must be leaving. If they go we should be able to handle the Japs.” He had caught the low whistle rising into a scream that told of the jet plane’s departure.
“If only I could get my hands on that baby!” Jack exclaimed, thinking of the jet plane. “I’d fly her right to the deck of the old Black Bee.”
“And get yourself good and shot up by your own pals,” Stew laughed. “There’s no mark of identification on that jet plane.”
“That’s right,” Jack admitted. “But she does carry a radio. I’d announce my arrival.”
“Well, you haven’t got her yet. You—”
Stew stopped suddenly to listen. Jack cocked his head on one side. Back of the high-pitched scream of the departing jet plane they could hear the low roar of an approaching plane of quite another character.
“That’s Ted!” Jack exclaimed. “Great Scott! I hope he doesn’t meet that jet plane!”