What then? In any maneuver they could execute, Don wondered, what would that Thing do?
CHAPTER XIV
THE SWAMP DEMON
Slow and methodical in his mental processes, Garry was rather stunned by the situation the chums were confronting.
Don, climbing, listened for information. None came through the Gossport tube.
Chick, alert, with an impulsive quick flash, got an inspiration.
To dive meant going in line with the flight of bomb or rocket, or—if that strange Thing in the helicopter really was deadly in its intent—bullets.
A side-slip would be no better for them.
Their climb did not get them away quickly enough. Perhaps the Dragonfly had superior climbing ability, better maneuvering capacity; but no ship could outfly those messengers of fire—the rockets!
“Garry!” Chick prodded his chum.
The older youth turned.