"Sure, an' that's just what we want," O'Malley broke in. "They gang up an' we spatter the smithereens out of them."
Stan shook his head, but he had to laugh, O'Malley looked so wild. "We'll be doing much better service trapping Garret and his rats."
"Stan is right, old fellow," Allison said grimly.
"I want to know what you fellows think of our handling this just among ourselves? We can keep Garret from sidetracking Moon Flight when a raid comes over. And we can round up the snakes he's working with at the same time."
"How about tonight? Suppose the Jerries hit tonight?" Allison asked.
"We'll get off early and be there for any raid. I'll ask the naval commander not to report us out until midnight. That will throw Garret off," Stan said.
"How soon can we hit the trail?" O'Malley asked.
"Two or three hours will have them in shape. You come with me and I'll show you all you need to know about a Hawk to make her do things," he said to Allison.
Stan and Allison headed toward the nearest ship. O'Malley stretched himself out in the sun and closed his eyes. He figured he already knew more about a Hawk than the Hendee aeronautical officials.