“Great work,” was the commendation they received. “Think you can get down there once more for a check?”
“Can we go down again?” he asked Jack.
“Down to five thousand,” was the quick reply. “More would be suicide. You can use binoculars.”
Down they went once more with the jet plane singing its wild song.
Stew had just completed his check at five thousand when Jack warned: “Here they come!”
This time he was above the enemy. When he had gained sufficient altitude, he leveled off and soared away.
“That’s all,” he exclaimed. “Have to go back for more fuel.”
Once again Stew radioed his report, with corrections. Then he settled back with a sigh. “Boy! What a life!” He was at ease, but not for long.
CHAPTER XXVIII
THE JET PLANE’S LAST BATTLE
They met a lone U. S. scout plane from another carrier and dipped a wing in salute.