“Good! We’ll show them how it’s done.”
Ten seconds later he barked, “All set for a power dive!”
The big ship’s nose pointed toward the sea. Far below the raider seemed a speck. As it grew in size it could be seen to zig-zag this way, then that.
“All or nothing,” had been the young Lord’s order. “When I give the signal release both bombs.”
As Dave watched it seemed they could not win. Yet the young Lord had a keen mind. He had been well trained.
To the roar of the motor and the screaming of the plunging plane was added the burst of anti-aircraft fire. Death rode the air.
And then Dave realized that the instant had come. Fascinated, he watched a bomb glide from its place, then another. A second later there was a lurch as the plane began coming out of its dive.
To Dave, the time of waiting, only a few seconds, seemed endless. Then came a boom, followed almost at once by a second. And then a roar far greater than the others. There was a push that lifted them high, then all but dropped them into the sea.
“Right on the nose!” The Lark roared from his tail gunner’s position. “Blew up their magazine. Raider, whose captain has a heart of stone, has met its end.”
“We’ll let those Nazi planes get what satisfaction they can out of that,” said the young Lord in a surprisingly quiet tone of voice. “We’ll just hop over and do what we can for that convoy.