“He’s really going down,” he muttered grimly. “And ours is a land plane, worse luck.”
They remained at two thousand feet. Starting at that same level, the other plane had gone into a slow spiral and was slowly drifting down.
“If he hits the water at that speed, he’s done,” Danny groaned. “Why in the world doesn’t he bail out?”
“Perhaps he can’t. He—he may be unconscious.” Sally gripped her hands until the nails cut deep into the flesh.
“There!” she exclaimed.
“He’s getting control. He’s leveling off.” Danny spoke slowly. “But he’ll crash all the same. And his plane is a land plane. Let’s hope he’s a good swimmer.”
“But he isn’t.” Sally’s words came quick and fast. “He used to be. The Japs wrecked his back.”
“Tough luck!”
“There! He’s down. His plane is still intact.”
“It will sink all the same, in no time at all.”