"One o' them wood crates?" O'Malley asked. He did not try to hide his disgust.
Stan laughed. "And I'm flying her, see? I wouldn't ride in as fast and tricky a ship as this Mosquito with you at the controls."
"I'll bet me auld grandmother could fly as fast," O'Malley said.
"The lights are on below," Arno broke in. "I hear German soldiers coming up the slope through the woods."
"They have a big force down there," Allison said. "I'll bet they comb this mountainside."
"We'll never be able to take off as black as it is," Stan said. "We'll have to wait for the first light so we can see something."
"By that time the Germans will have found the ship. See the lights flashing in the woods below?" Tony spoke sharply.
Arno laughed. "Now I will show you how we took off on black nights. Will your bomber lift in a hurry?"
"Faster than a Nardi fighter," Stan said.
"Wait. I will show you," Arno said and disappeared into the blackness.