Down went the nose. Short was the dive, to gain speed. Up came the nose.
With the wing that had swung upward before now down, he went into a triple reverse roll.
On the descent of their dive the dying flare had shown them the helicopter still climbing. Its surprised occupant evidently had the large tube they saw at one side trained at a certain angle. To change it took time.
Don’s reverse maneuver sent them almost directly underneath the ship.
But there their wings were in danger.
Checking the ship, Don began the disconcerting, but very useful stunt termed a “falling leaf,” in which by alternately dropping one and then the opposite wing, the ship descended in a sort of zig-zag drop, much like the erratic course of a leaf falling from a tree.
Twelve hundred feet above the swamp, Don leveled, and with full-gun on sent the Dragonfly unerringly down-wind and straight at the runway approach lights a mile ahead.
They must get the mail in, he knew.
Swift, at its best, the craft sped toward its goal.
Don cut the gun, began the approach glide.