“’Bout fifty miles.”
“Good! That’s our best bet.”
“Then what are we waiting for?”
“Nothing.” Jack eased his plane over toward the edge of the clouds.
“What about the Zeros?” Stew asked.
“It’s a chance we have to take,” Jack replied soberly. “This old kite won’t stay up too long. Be prepared to give them the works if they show up.”
“The works it shall be,” Stew replied grimly as he reloaded his powerful weapon.
CHAPTER V
A GOOD SHOW
The Zeros, it seemed, were engaged elsewhere. When Jack and Stew emerged from their cloud none were in sight, nor were the islands that Stew had seen.
“A rain squall has hidden the islands. They’re there, all the same,” Stew insisted.