One frightened look down and she gasped. They were all but upon the water and going like the wind.
One more short pull and their ship leveled off. It was then that their spot of light, gliding swiftly across the water, revealed a secret. Their light crossed a long, low craft with a tower at its center.
“Sub,” Tom shouted. But already it was too late to drop a bomb. They were over it and gone.
Instantly he began to climb. Not very high this time, perhaps ten thousand feet, then again silence.
The roar of distant motors was louder now, but even louder and closer at hand sounded a single motor.
“That’s the enemy plane,” Tom muttered. After listening with all his senses, he changed the direction of his plane and they went shooting away at full speed. Tom was flying by sense of direction alone, a dangerous business in the night.
Ten long minutes he stuck to his course, then, after climbing once more, he shut off the motor and began to glide.
“Huh!” he grunted. “We had that plane’s course to a ‘T’, but they’re fast. They’ve gone straight out to sea.”
“Then we can’t catch up with them?” Rosa asked.
“Never!”