“My first glimpse of the islands,” Stew murmured with a touch of reverence. “But not my last, I hope.”
By studying his chart Jack learned that the land ahead was the north entrance to a deep bay.
“We follow the shore line until we are at the center of the bay. The target is right there.”
They dropped to ten thousand feet, then slowed down their plane and zoomed along over the shore line.
They arrived at the target too soon for a clear view. For all that, they found something to do.
“There’s a nasty little Zero on our tail,” Stew exclaimed. “Whatever shall we do?” he asked in mock terror. “It’s wicked to fight, besides, we promised not to.”
“Put on your oxygen mask,” Jack commanded with a grin. “We’ll go up into the attic and talk it over.”
They began climbing steeply. The Zero pilot came after them. They left his plane far behind.
“Not so fast!” Stew warned. “He’ll get discouraged.”
As if experiencing high altitude blues, Jack slowed his plane down to a crawl. Encouraged, the Jap put on full speed and came on for the kill.