"See," Tony said to Arno. "Now you must admit I was right."
"You were, I am sorry I argued."
"It's twenty minutes to twelve," Allison said anxiously. "How far is it to the wheat field?"
"Just a ten-minute walk," Tony answered.
"We'll hit it right on the minute," Stan said eagerly. "Lead on."
Tony led them out of the woods and into the wheat field. They checked the wind and got out their flares. Arno took one, Tony another, while Allison took the red center marker.
"Clear a space so as not to set the field of wheat on fire," Arno warned. "I'll show you how far to go."
Stan and the general went along, carrying the guns and grenades. They were about in the center of the field when they heard the roar of a plane motor. Stan listened and then grinned. The engine was a powerful radial. He was certain O'Malley was at the throttle.
The plane swooped around and around high above while the boys got spaces cleared and everything set. Arno called to the others and the flares blossomed out. Looking up into the sky they waited. The plane circled and headed in. Suddenly a barrage broke loose from a hill a half mile away. A German battery had heard the plane and had spotted the flares. The gunners were shooting at the flares and by the dirt they were lifting they seemed to be getting the range.
"He'll be blown to bits when he lands!" Arno shouted.