“They got our radio!” Stew reported.
“She doesn’t steer right!” Jack headed her into a cloud.
“Well, that’s that,” Stew sighed. “No radio. No more work for us.”
Jack scarcely listened. He was hearing a rumble. It came from the west. “Bombers! Our bombers!” he exclaimed.
“Our work is finished!” Stew exulted.
“All but getting back. And that we can’t do.” There was an air of finality in Jack’s voice. “That Jap did plenty to this plane. Nearly got me too. Take a look at my right temple.”
Stew leaned forward, then whistled. “Burned you, all right. Bleeding a little. Wait. I’ll fix you up.”
They circled slowly in their cloud while first aid was applied.
“There are some islands off to the east,” Stew suggested.
“How far?”