On the following Tuesday morning a group of two Spads and several Nieuports were delivered to Major Cowan’s pursuit squadron at Is Sur Tille. A Lieutenant1 Smoot, one of the ferry pilots who had flown up one of the Nieuports, sought to ease the pain caused by his own lowly calling by taunting3 Tex Yancey–an extremely dangerous pastime, for Tex had a ready tongue.
“When you buckoes have washed out these planes,” he said, “the Old Man will see the error of his way and send us up to do the real flying. What’s left of this gang will then be put to ferrying. Did any of you ever see a Spad or Nieuport before?”
Yancey, standing4 well over six feet, looked down on him pityingly. “Did you say your name was Smoot, or Snoot? Smoot, eh. Well, transportation to the rear is waitin’ for you at headquarters. Don’t let me keep you waitin’. I’m surprised you’re not pushin’ a wheelbarrow in a labor5 battalion6, the way you set that Nieuport down a few minutes ago. Clear out, 68 soldier! This squadron is gettin’ ready to do some plain and fancy flyin’. I don’t want you to have heart trouble.”
“Humph! You’ll have heart trouble the first time you try to land one of those Spads. You’ll think you have been trained on a peanut roaster. Who’s the Britisher over there snooping around with Cowan?”
“Name’s McGee. But he’s not a Limey; he’s an American. I’m told he won a coupla medals in the R.F.C., and has sixteen Huns to his credit. He must be good–though he doesn’t wear the medals to prove it. Not a bit of swank.”
“What’s he doing here?”
“He’s an instructor7,” Yancey replied without hesitation8.
“Oh Ho! So you still need instruction? I heard that Cowan knows it all.”
“Naw, he only knows half, and you know the other half. Too bad both sets of brains wasn’t put in one head. In that case somebody would have been almost half-witted. Better toddle9 along, soldier. The animals are goin’ on a rampage in a minute.”
“Yeah? Well, turn ’em loose. I’m something of a big game hunter myself. What sort of a flyer is this instructor?”
“Dunno. We’ll see in a minute, maybe. He’s crawling in that Spad. Yep, they’re turnin’ her 69around. Don’t go now. You can learn a lot here.”
During the next ten minutes the entire squadron, and the ferry pilots, were given an excellent opportunity to form their own conclusions about McGee’s ability to fly. He took the Spad aloft, in test, and plunged10 through a series of acrobatics11 that served to convince all watchers that here was a man whose real element was the air. Ship and man were one.
The group on the ground watched, open-mouthed, despite the fact that they themselves were flyers of no mean ability. But they had never flown such ships as the Spads, and the prospect12 and possibilities made their hearts race with feverish13 eagerness to take off in one of these trim little hawks14.
Yancey and Smoot had now joined the watching group around Major Cowan, and as McGee rolled at the top of a loop, Yancey turned to the doubting ferry pilot.
“Yes, I think he can fly. What do you think, brother? When you can do stick work like that, you’ll be sent up here to join us.”
Major Cowan was equally envious15, but he was not one to betray it. “A very bad example,” he commented, testily16. “An excellent pilot, doubtless, but reckless. His take-off, for instance. He zoomed17 too long. I want to warn you against such a mistake.”
The ferry pilot, Smoot, decided18 to take a chance. “The example seems good enough, and if that fellow’s 70flying is a mistake, I’m sure Brigade would like to see a lot more mistakes like him.”
“The commander of this squadron will answer to Brigade for the conduct of this group, Lieutenant Smoot,” Major Cowan retorted with such acidity19 that the poor ferryman decided it was time to join his own group and head for the base. But before taking his departure he relieved his mind in the presence of Yancey, Siddons and Hampden, who had drawn20 away from Cowan through a desire to watch the flying rather than listen to his lectures on the art of flying.
“If you had a flyer like that one up there for a C.O.,” Smoot said to them, “you’d get somewhere in this little old war. But as it is, you have my sympathy. Well, toodle-oo, mes enfants. Be careful with those Spads. They were built for flyers.”
“You be careful that you don’t fall out of that motor cycle side car on the way back,” Yancey retorted. “They look like baby carriages, but they’re not.”
As Smoot walked away, stung by this last retort, Yancey turned to Hampden and Siddons. “How’d you like to have a flyer like that in this outfit21?” he asked.
“He’s all right,” Hampden replied. “A lot of the ferry pilots are crack flyers–just a tough break in the game. It might have happened to you.”
“I wasn’t talkin’ about him” Yancey replied and 71pointed to McGee’s plane, now banking23 in to a landing at the far end of the field. “I meant that bird down there.”
“Oh, McGee?”
“Yes.”
Hampden laughed, skeptically. “Fine chance to get a flyer like that!”
“Oh, I dunno. Some American outfit will draw him. He and that other fellow, Larkin, have asked to be repatriated25.”
“How do you know?”
“I was with ’em in town last night and they told me all about it. They flew up to Paris day before yesterday, and on the way back they landed at Chaumont and made a call on G.H.Q. They put their case before the Chief of Staff and asked him to use his influence. They’ve made out formal application. Both of them are tickled26 pink over the prospect. McGee said he would like to get with this squadron.”
“Bully for him!” Hampden enthused. “Maybe we don’t look so bad, if fellows like that are willing to throw in with us, eh, Tex?”
Siddons was coldly skeptical24. “You have the weirdest27 imagination. Why should he want to be with us?”
“Dunno. Ask him.”
“I shall,” Siddons answered as he moved over toward the point where he estimated McGee’s taxiing plane would come to a stop.
72“Big stiff!” Yancey said under his breath. “He’ll ask him, all right, and right out in meetin’. He never believes anything he hears until he has asked a thousand questions about it. What do you see in that fellow to like, Hamp?”
“He’s all right, Tex. He was pretty decent to me while I was acting28 as Supply during that time Cowan grounded me. Came around to help me with the paper work and put in a good word for me.”
“Yeah, he’s always chummy with Supply and Operations–but only because he thinks he can get some favors that way. I despise him.”
“Oh, come now! You mustn’t feel that way. We are all in the same boat, and we’d as well be chummy.”
“Huh! If you ever get in the same boat with that fellow he will do the steerin’ while you do the rowin’. He gives me a pain!”
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Two weeks later orders came down concentrating several pursuit, observation and bombing groups in the neighborhoods of Commercy and Nancy. The members of the squadrons to which McGee and Larkin had been detailed29 were feverish with excitement. Operations and armament officers were busy with the duties incident to making all planes ready for 73combat. This could mean but one thing–Action!
Three nights after the move McGee and Larkin sat at a late dinner in one of the little cafés on the main street of the small French town. They were discussing the progress of their work and each was heatedly contending that his own group was superior in every way.
“Just come over and watch my flight do formation work,” Larkin urged. “They’ll open your eyes.”
“Humph! You’d better open your own eyes! I have watched you. We were up in the sun this morning–five thousand feet above you–and watched you for half an hour. A fine bunch you have! We could have smothered30 you like a blanket. Have you ever shown them anything about looking in the sun for enemy planes?”
Larkin’s face evidenced his chagrin31. “Are you kidding me?”
“Not much! We kept right along above you, but in the sun. I’ll admit they did good work, but oh, how blind! Boy, we’re not too far back to get jumped on. There have been fights farther back from the lines than this. You know Fritz dearly loves to raid ’dromes where new squadrons are in training. Believe me, their spy system is perfect. I’d be willing to wager32 my right eye that they know these groups are stationed in this area, how long they have been in France, and just what types of planes we are using. 74They’ve the best spy system in the world. You know how many times they have raided green squadrons. They figure it puts the wind up a bunch of inexperienced men. So keep your eye peeled. And if you want to see something pretty, come over and watch my gang. They’re ready for combat work right now–except Siddons.”
Larkin looked up in surprise. “I thought you told me he knew more about the planes and about flying than any of the others.”
“He does. But he can’t–or won’t–keep in formation. He cuts out, and goes joy-riding.”
“Seems to me I remember someone else who used to do that same little stunt,” Larkin said, smiling reminiscently.
McGee flushed. “Yes, I suppose I did, but not in training. I never cut formation until–”
“Until you saw something that looked like meat. Don’t try to kid me, Red. You’ve dragged me into too many dog fights. Do you think I have forgotten the day we were out having a look-see, five of us, and spotted33 five Albatrosses below? Bingo! Down you went like a shot, and the rest of us had to follow to keep you from being made into mincemeat. Talk about being blind! All the time a bigger flock of Fokkers were in the sun above us and they came down like ‘wolves on the fold.’ Fellow, you had your little faults. Don’t be too hard on Siddons.”
75“Cutting formation to get in a fight and cutting to go joy-riding are two different things. If it were anyone else but Siddons I’d ask Cowan to ground him.”
“You like him?”
“Emphatically, NO! And he knows it. That’s why I hesitate to make an example of him. He would think that I was satisfying a grudge34. Besides, he has some sort of a drag with someone. Cowan thinks he is a great flyer. He is, too. Knows more about both the technical and practical side of the game than any of the others. That’s what’s wrong with him. He is so self-satisfied, so arrogant35, and so cocksure of every word he utters and every movement he makes. He is the coldest fish I ever met. He reminds me of someone–but I can’t remember who it is. Sometimes I think he is–Listen! What’s that?”
McGee’s question went unanswered as the shrill36 blasts of the air raid siren shattered the peace of the village with its frenzied37 warning. It moaned, deep-throated, then became panic-stricken and wailed38 tremulously in the higher registers. It was a warning to all to seek the comparative safety of the abris which the town had constructed against just such an emergency.
The café emptied quickly, but even the quickest followed on the heels of McGee and Larkin who, once outside, ran briskly down the street toward the house where they were billeted. They halted at the drive 76entrance to gaze upward as great searchlights began playing upon the dark inverted39 bowl of the heavens. The long, shifting beams of light were accusing fingers seeking to point out the unwelcome, stealthy nocturnal sky prowlers.
“Listen!” McGee gripped Larkin’s arm.
Sure enough, from the east, and high above, came the sound of German motors, a sound unmistakable by anyone who had once heard their unsynchronized drone. It rose and fell, rose and fell, like the hurried snoring of a giant made restless by nightmare. The sound was drawing nearer. Doubtless it had been heard by the soldiers manning the searchlights for the beams now swept restlessly across the eastern sky. To the eastward40, two or three kilometers, an anti-aircraft battery opened fire, and from aloft came the dull pouf! of the exploding shells. Vain, futile41 effort! It was only the angry thundering of admitted helplessness. One chance in a million! The motors droned on, coming nearer and nearer. Excited townspeople, in wooden sabots, clattered42 down the streets seeking shelter; fear-stricken mothers and fathers spoke43 sharply to their little broods as they hustled44 them along.
“Buzz,” Red said, “it’s dollars to doughnuts they’re coming here to lay some eggs on our ’drome–just to put the wind up these boys. Remember what I told you a few minutes ago.”
77Larkin was more hopeful. “I guess not,” he said. “Headed for some supply base or ammunition45 dump farther in, would be my guess. But if they are coming here, there’s little we can do about it. It’s up to the anti-aircraft boys.”
“Hum-m,” McGee mused46. “I wonder.”
A motor cycle, with side car, running without lights, came popping down the street. Without hesitation McGee ran out into the middle of the street, waving his arms and shouting wildly. The motor cycle swerved47 sharply, missed the dancing, gesticulating figure and skidded48 to a stop.
“Say, what’s eatin’ you, soldier?” demanded the irate49 American motor cycle orderly.
For answer McGee sprang into the side car and barked a few crisp, sharp orders that brooked50 no hesitation. The responsive little motor roared its staccato eagerness as the machine lurched forward, leaving Larkin speechless and wondering.
“What do you know about that?” he mused. “Now what can that little shrimp51 be up–” he hesitated, struck by the same thought, he felt sure, that had plunged McGee into such sudden action. Then he began shouting for the driver of their motor car.
“Martins! Martins! Oh, Martins!” Blast the fellow, doubtless he was already in some place of security. “Martins! Oh, Martins!”
A door flew open, letting out a beam of light as 78Martins came out, clad only in his underclothes and yawning prodigiously52.
“Did you call, sir?” he asked, blinking foolishly as he studied the flashing rays of the sky-searching lights.
“Yes! Get the car! Snappy, now!”
“Yes, sir. Just as soon as I can get on some clothes.”
“Hang the clothes! Get the car–and set the road afire between here and the ’drome. Move! Don’t stand there blinking like a blooming owl2.”
Martins sped around the house, a white-clad figure racing53 bare-footed for the car and muttering under his breath every time his flying feet struck bits of gravel54 and sharp stones. The sound of the airplane motors was now much nearer; the siren was still screaming its fright; anti-aircraft guns were futilely55 belching56 steel into the air, and the searchlights were getting jumpy in their haste to locate the intruders and hold them in a beam of light.
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Martins, with Larkin seated at his side, hurled57 the car through the narrow streets and out to the airdrome with a daring recklessness known only to war-trained chauffeurs58 who could push a car faster without lights than most people would care to ride in 79broad daylight. But their speed was slow compared to that made by the surprised motor cycle orderly who had thundered off with McGee, and when Larkin sprang from the car as it screeched59 to a stop at the edge of the ’drome his ear caught the sound of a Clerget motor pounding under an advanced throttle60 as it lifted a plane from the ground at the far end of the dark field. An excited, buzzing group of pilots and mechanics were huddled61 together on the tarmac near the circus tent that served as a hangar, and still more men were emerging hastily from the humpbacked, black steel elephants that served them as quarters.
Larkin ran toward the group near the hangar entrance,
“Where’s McGee?” he shouted, knowing the answer but hoping for some word that would give the lie to what his ears told him. He knew that the plane which had now swung back over the field and was roaring directly above as it battled for altitude was none other than McGee’s balky little Camel. But no one answered him; they merely stared, as men who have just witnessed a feat62 of daring too noble for words, or as girls who face an impending63 tragedy and are too horror-stricken for action.
“Where’s McGee?” Larkin shouted again. “Don’t stand there like a bunch of yaps! You’ll be getting a setting of high explosive eggs here in a minute. 80Don’t you hear that siren? Those Boche planes? Where’s McGee, I asked you?”
Yancey stepped from the group and pointed22 up.
“I reckon that’s him up yonder,” he said in the slow drawl that was doubly maddening at such a moment. “He blew in here a few minutes ago like a Texas Panhandle twister, ordered the greaseballs to roll his plane on the line, and was off before she was good and warm. I reckon–”
Larkin did not wait to learn what Yancey reckoned. He dashed toward the hangar, shouting orders as he ran.
Major Cowan stepped from the hangar, barring the way. “Just a minute, Lieutenant! What is it you want?”
“What do I want? I want a plane on the line–quick!”
“No! Lieutenant McGee took off before we knew what it was all about. It is madness. You can’t have–”
He stopped speaking to listen. From high above, and a little to the east, came the throbbing64 sound of German motors that in a few more seconds would be over the airdrome. Indeed, they might be circling now, getting their bearing and making sure of location. At that moment one of the large motor mounted searchlights near the hangar began combing the sky.
“Go tell those saps to cut that light!” Larkin 81shouted, hoping that the Major would be stampeded into action that would provide the slenderest chance for him to get the mechanics to roll a Spad to the line before Cowan could know what was happening. “Better cut it! If the others can’t find ’em, this one can’t. It will only serve as a path of light for one of those babies up there to slide down and leave you some presents you don’t want.”
Major Cowan was not one to go legging it about on errands. Besides, searchlights were provided for just such uses. Then too, he rather suspected Larkin’s motives65, and Larkin realized this.
“Please let me have one of those Spads, Major,” he pleaded. “Can’t you understand–McGee and I are buddies66. With two of us up there we might turn ’em back.”
“No! It is too hazardous67. This squadron is still in training. We are not trained as night flyers, and certainly are not prepared to give combat to a flight of bombers68.”
Larkin’s anger smashed through his long training. All rank faded from his mind.
“Not trained, eh? Major Cowan, that freckle-faced kid up there is a night flying fool–and I’m his twin brother. Get out of my way. Oh, greaseballs! Hey, you Ack Emmas! Roll out one of those Spads and–”
“Lieutenant!” Cowan barked. “You forget yourself. 82If you want to do night fighting go over to your own group and use your own plane! You forget yourself. I am still in command here!”
From aloft came the momentary69 stutter of two machine guns. Ah! McGee testing and warming his guns as he climbed. Oh, the fool! The precious, daring fool!
Larkin sat down on the tarmac, ker plunk!Let ’em raid. What mattered it? He rather hoped one of them would be accurate enough to plant a bomb on the top of Cowan’s head.
“Yes, you are in command,” he said, rather limply, “but why didn’t you stop McGee? And since you are in command, in Heaven’s name tell that light crew to cut that light. It would be just their fool, blundering luck to spot McGee and hold him for the Archies.”
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