“Can you shoot them?” Jan asked.
“Can I?” Gale laughed hoarsely. There was still some water in her throat. “Father had a range set up. We practiced together. I used to beat him.”
“I bet you did,” Jan replied admiringly.
“Listen!” Gale held up a hand. “That plane is coming back. Wants to see if he got us.”
“Maybe he got one more—’nother bomb.” The tall Chinese soldier turned green as he spoke.
“Perhaps they have,” Gale agreed. “You’d better go hide again.”
“If you wantee me, I stayee.” The Chinese boy was game.
“No. You go. I’ll shoot that plane.” Gale ran her eye over the barrel.
“You shoot him?” The Chinaman stared.
“Sure. Why not?” Gale adjusted the sight. “You scram!”