“You got me that time!” Jimmie laughed. “Got me dead to rights. Well, maybe I’ll take you up in my plane over Burma sometimes, even if it is against the rules.”
CHAPTER IX
Three Secrets of Radar
“Come on. Let’s get out of here,” Gale exclaimed, as if some urgent need had suddenly pressed in upon her. “IT’s all quiet now.”
This certainly was true, at least for the moment. There was the sound of air battles dying away in the distance.
“Okay,” Mac agreed, snapping on his flashlight. “Let’s have a look.”
A moment later they stood staring at a deep pit dug in the ground by an exploding shell.
“They missed my gun by at least a dozen feet,” Mac laughed low. “Pretty good precision bombing. Or is it?”
“It may have been bad aim,” said Jimmie. “But it didn’t do your gun a bit of good.” He was examining a mass of twisted steel that had been Mac’s gun. “You can contribute that to the next scrap drive.”
“I’ll have nothing to contribute.” Gale did not laugh. To her the things she worked with, tools, scissors, radios, just everything was real, almost a part of her. And her radar set had been blown to bits.
“Come on,” said Mac, “Let’s see what we did to those Jap bombers. That nearest one we brought down should not be far away.”