“There!” he murmured. “No, now!” And then again, “Now! There he is! I’ll climb up to give it to him in the tail, then I’ll bank sharply right. Perhaps you’ll get a whack at him, sir.”
He lost the big flying boat once more, then, suddenly, there they were, right upon the enemy.
Once again his twin guns roared. He banked sharply to catch the rattle of the Commander’s gun.
He caught something more. From behind came the rattle of a Zero’s weapon.
“Another fighter!” he groaned.
Putting his plane into a steep dive, Jack dropped a thousand feet—then swinging, started to climb.
“What luck! You’re just beneath him!” exclaimed the Commander. “Climb right on up and give me a whack at him as we pass.”
It would be a difficult shot. There was the danger too that the Zero pilot had a pal. But up they flew. And at just the right moment the Commander poured murderous fire into the enemy, who, for three seconds, had no chance of escape.
It was enough. He disappeared from sight, and to Jack’s nostrils came the stench of burning oil.
“You got him!” Jack breathed. “But the snooper?”