Once again the Jap came whirling in. This time nothing stopped the enemy, that is, nothing but the fire from Jack’s twin guns. The big plane nosed down into the sea.
“That’s got them!” Jack breathed deeply as he passed out of range of the Black Bee’s fire.
“Ted crashed!” Stew declared. “I saw him go down. Not a bad crash, but his ship’s gone.”
“Where?” Jack demanded.
“Over there to the right.”
The jet plane banked, then sped away.
“There he is!” Stew exclaimed.
A moment more and Jack’s plane was taxiing in close to Ted’s wrecked fighter.
Ted sat astride the fuselage, which was all but covered with water.
“Are you hurt?” Jack asked.