The officer looked at the wild-eyed O'Malley and decided it would be best to wait for reinforcements, possibly a Group Captain or an Air Commodore.
"It's my job, you know, old man," he said but his tone had changed.
"'Tis my job, me hearty," O'Malley assured him.
The mechanics arrived and in a few minutes the fore gun was on the ground at O'Malley's feet. It was so heavy he could not handle it. He turned to the grinning Stan who was standing beside Allison.
"Lend a hand so we can deliver this gadget before sundown."
Stan and Allison stepped forward.
"This is positively against regulations," the senior officer sputtered.
"An' who, may I ask, bagged this here gun?" O'Malley demanded. "I may be bold, but I suggest ye give some attention to that Jerry waitin' over there to be captured accordin' to regulations."
The Jerry was standing with his arms still elevated. He was alone and unguarded.
"And be lettin' O'Malley of Red Flight be knowin' where you put the bye. I aim to see that he has cigarettes and a few of the common comforts." O'Malley grinned at the Jerry. The youngster grinned back at him and saluted stiffly.