They headed toward the mess hall with O’Malley well in the lead.
CHAPTER VI
ATTACK
The three fliers of Flight Five did not get time to argue. They were only half through with their dinner when the loudspeaker over the mess door began rasping and sputtering:
“Flight Three, all out! Flight Four, all out! Flight Five, all out!”
Before the speaker in the control room could repeat, there was a rush of feet toward the briefing room. O’Malley galloped along with a quarter of berry pie in his hand. He had bribed the Chinese cook into making his favorite dessert daily.
They crowded into the small shack and began scrambling into their fighting outfits.
“Munson found out we got back,” Stan said as he slid into his parachute harness.
“Faith, an’ he’s a wise bird, that fellow,” O’Malley growled.
“This must be a real attack the way they are turning half the force out,” Allison said as he shoved over to the desk to get his orders.