"I'll stick by Orry," was Buck's conclusion. "I guess Blaine and
Stanley can take care of that other chap. I wonder where the rest of
the Huns are. We are in the rear lines and there should be more
Fokkers or Taubes around."
This query was soon answered. Ranging alongside Erwin, but not too near, Buck megaphoned as follows:
"How you getting on anyhow? Had a hell of a time findin' you. Didn't find you any too soon, eh?"
Erwin's replies were unimportant except that he was so crippled that he must get back to the base, or at least alight somewhere soon or he, would not be able to fly at all.
"Bent piston rods," he also phoned. "And I'm afraid my main propeller shaft has gone wrong somehow."
"All right," returned Bangs. "I'll stick with you. Hullo! What's the matter with Blaine and his man?"
At this juncture the big biplane that had been pursuing the Fokker suddenly ducked, dove far beneath his adversary and came up on the opposing side, at the same time peppering the Hun with machine gun explosive bullets.
The Fokker almost stopped and appeared to tremble. Both Bangs and Erwin saw that some serious internal injury had occurred. The German was furiously at work within his manhole, leaving the plane much to its own devices.
So patent was this that Buck, who was nearest, shot upward and let drive at the Hun from below. But instead of giving heed to this new attack, the Hun now recovered, shot off to the right and began climbing rapidly. Bangs, in accord with his resolve to stick to Erwin, did not follow, but Blaine did, at the same time megaphoning to both Buck and Orris as follows:
"I've been up higher than you fellows. There's a number of planes off in the sou'west. Gettin' so dark could hardly tell 'em apart. Better stick together and watch out!"