"I know," Tony agreed. "If the boys catch even half the staff there, I'll be satisfied."
"Now head west again, very low," Arno ordered.
O'Malley swept lower over the darkening terrain. Stan began to wonder how Arno was going to spot any landmarks. Hopping out into the night would not be so nice. There were lakes and woods and rocky ridges all over the country.
"Into the valley a point left," Arno called. "Fly low and line up on two peaks with square tops which should be against the sky."
O'Malley and Stan peered ahead as the Mosquito dropped into a wide valley.
"There's yer peaks," O'Malley said. Stan spotted the markers as his pal spoke. Two peaks with square tops loomed against the sky ahead.
"Regular gunsights," Stan said.
"Get everything ready to jump," Arno called.
Stan slapped O'Malley on the shoulder. "Be seein' you soon," he said as he slid back to help with the guns and other things they were taking along.
He found the boys getting set. Tony was loaded and ready to jump. Arno was spotting his markers.