“There! Stop her!” He tumbled back into the tank and in ten seconds had his gun in action. The second shot resulted in a tremendous roar.
“Blowed up. That Mark Six blowed right up,” he exclaimed. “What d’you know about that? Come on! Let’s ramble again.”
Like some rogue elephant roaming the hills, the third big tank had rambled from sight.
“Shucks!” Pete exclaimed. “He’s gone and lost himself! We’ll have to hunt him up. There’s a higher hill. Let’s roll up there for a look.”
They rolled to the crest of the hill. Pete was about to pop out for a look around when an enemy shell saved him the trouble of lifting the tank’s lid. The shell blew the lid off.
“Poor old Red Dynamite!” Pete exclaimed. “He’s lost his lid! Oh, well, I never did think much of that lid.”
He thrust up his head for a look.
“Watch out! You’ll git it too!” Bud warned.
“Lightnin’ never strikes twice in the same place,” said Pete, climbing half way up for a better look. “Neither do Tojo’s shells.”
This might be true, but it would seem that the Japs are good at near misses, for just then a shell whizzed past him so close that the suction almost dragged him from the tank.