“I’ll say we do! Wonder if Jack’s radio works?” Then, “No matter. Don’t dare call him. We’ll get after that snooper alone.”
The girl’s hair seemed to rise and stand up like a fuzzy-wuzzy’s, but she was game. “Get them!” she hissed. She was thinking of the horrors of Corregidor and Bataan.
Giving his ship the gun, keeping an eye on the giant’s shadow, Ted began to climb. The big ship was slow. They gained rapidly. At just the right moment Ted came racing down upon the snooper. They were almost upon it when Ted let out a burst of murderous fire.
He shot past the big ship, swung back, felt his way until the snooper was again between him and the moon, then went straight at her. Again at very close range he pressed the firing button. But what was this? The gun fired a few shots, then jammed.
“Bum outfit—not my ship nor my gun,” he groaned.
All of a sudden, to his astonishment, he caught the rat—tat—tat of a gun behind him. It was Mary. They were passing beneath the enemy. She was firing the rear gun, straight up.
“Good girl!” he exclaimed. “Give it to them!”
Flashes of fire came from the enemy, but the shots went wild.
“We’ll swing about and meet them almost head on,” he said in a steady voice. “I’ll dip down just in time and you give them all you’ve got.”
“I—I’ll do my darndest.” She braced herself for the ordeal.