In the meantime, on board the Black Bee Lieutenant4 Commander William A. Brady, leader of the Navy Air Force, was briefing his men.
Before him on the wall were maps and blown-up air photographs.
“I need not tell you,” he said to the bomber5 pilots, fighters, torpedo6 men, gunners, radio men, and all the rest assembled before him, “what our next great objective is to be.”
There came a mingled7 murmur8 of words, “Mindanao—Mindanao, the Philippines. We’ll give it to ’em good this time.”
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“Well now, here we have it,” said the air commander, pointing at the map. “Here is a map of the Philippine Islands. And right over here at the extreme east is Mindanao.
“We go in here.” He pointed9 again. “Behind this wide, deep harbor, where every fighting ship in our Navy might ride at anchor, is a large city. There the Japs have established a base of great importance.
“It is necessary that you study this chart with great care. Everything is plainly marked. Here,” he pointed once more, “is the air field, large enough for our heavy bombers11. Here is the dry dock, there the docks for shipping12, there the army barracks, and here their supply depots13.
“You will each be given targets, and with your bomb sights you should not—must not—miss, for the people of this city are native Filipinos. You’ve heard of a brown boy named Joe?”
“Yes, sir! Sure! You know it, sir!” came in a chorus.
“He’s in that city, a thousand brown boy Joes and their families waiting deliverance from the Jap. When our troops swarm14 ashore15 they’ll be there waiting to give the soldiers a hand.
“Here,” he pointed to a spot away from the city, “is the prison camp. There, housed in huts, poorly fed and in rags, are hundreds of the boys who fought so bravely at Bataan and at Corregidor. Each dawn they face the sun and pray for deliverance. Shall their prayer be answered?”
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An uproarious affirmative came from the men.
“Are there big Jap battle wagons16, aircraft carriers, and supply ships in that harbor?” the Commander asked. “This we cannot know. It’s up to the scouts17 to tell us about that. And if they’re there—” he paused.
“We’ll take ’em!” came in a big, hard voice. “They got my pal3 at Pearl Harbor. Nothing’s too bad for them!” There came a roar of approval.
“We’ll have more of this as we approach the target,” the Commander promised. “You will be given smaller copies of this chart. I suggest that you memorize it in detail. Much depends on this undertaking18. It may even be spoken of in the future as the turning point of the war, for after Mindanao comes Manila. From Manila we go to the China coast.”
“And then Tokyo!” the big voice roared.
“Yea! Yea! Yea! Tokyo! Tokyo!” came like a college football yell.
“That’s the spirit, and that, for the present, is all I have to say,” the Commander concluded.
“Oh, one more word.” The Commander turned about once more to face them. “We shall not be alone. We are to be part of what may be the greatest fighting force ever assembled in these southern seas. You should consider yourselves highly honored by being made a part of this great fighting force.”
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He moved away. There was no cheering now, for this was war—and one of the solemn moments of their lives.
As the Commander left the cabin his eyes fell on Ted10 standing19 in a corner.
“Congratulations on your escape.” He held out a hand.
“Thank you, sir. I’m glad to be back.” Ted smiled.
“What about Jack and Stew?” the Commander asked.
“We’ve heard from them, sir. They’ve got some sort of radio. They’re on a small island not far from the spot where we sank that Jap flat-top.”
“Good! We’ll be passing within a hundred miles of the spot early tomorrow morning. Perhaps you would like to have a try at rescuing them.” The Commander gave Ted a friendly smile.
“Nothing would please me more, sir!” was the quick reply. “Jack’s from my home town, you know.”
“I didn’t know, but then you certainly shall have the assignment.”
“I shall take off at dawn, sir.”
“Good! And here’s luck to you. Do your best. We shall need those men in our next effort.”
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“I’ll bring them back, sir.” Ted saluted21. The Commander returned the salute20, and they parted.
“Wonder if that was a rash promise?” Ted thought. “Not if I can help it!” He clenched22 both hands hard, then opened them and flexed23 his fingers. “Have to relax,” he told himself. “That’s part of the game.”
He was up before dawn. He gulped24 coffee and doughnuts, and was ready for his plane, already warming up.
Blackie and Red were there to see him off. “Wish we were going along,” said Blackie.
“Don’t we, though!” Red agreed. “No such luck. We’ve got to lead some of those rookie fliers in practice maneuvers25. They’re pretty good, but for what we’re going into next they’ve got to be better.”
“Mindanao, that’s right.” Ted had one foot on his plane. “Mindanao seems to be what we were born for. We’ve dreamed of it for weeks now. Well, so long, boys! Wish me luck!” He climbed into his plane.
“So long! Best of luck!” Red called.
“Yes, and have a fine trip!” Blackie added.
In his light, powerful fighter Ted climbed for the clouds. There weren’t many, but those he saw were immense. “Once you’re inside one of those babies you’re as good as lost,” he told himself.
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Climbing through one of these he soared away, glorying in the wonderful beauties of the sunrise.
“The heavens declare the glory of God,” he repeated slowly. “And the firmament26 showeth His handiwork. Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night showeth knowledge.”
If we could read half the things written in the skies we’d be mighty27 wise, he thought. After that for quite some time he sailed on, not thinking much about anything, just storing up energy for what lay ahead. And he was to need all the energy and wisdom he possessed28.
He had covered the greater part of the distance to his destination, had picked out the island on which he believed his friends to be marooned29, and was heading straight for it when he began to hear a strange, low, screaming noise.
“Rats!” he exclaimed. “Something’s wrong with my motor!”
Shutting off the gas, he glided30 silently downward, but still that strange sound reached his ears.
“Not my motor,” he thought, sending his ship shooting forward once more. “That’s the queerest thing I ever heard.”
Puzzled and disturbed by this strange phenomenon, he gave his ship a fresh burst of speed and headed straight for his island goal.
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With every second the peculiar31 howling sound, which at first was little more than a whistle, increased until it was like a fire alarm.
Thirty seconds had not passed before an airplane such as he had never seen came shooting out of a large cloud to go darting32 across his path.
“Lost its propeller33,” was his first thought. “It will crash into the sea.”
When suddenly the plane banked sharply, began to climb, and then came darting at him like a hornet, his astonishment34 knew no bounds.
He was a good pilot. There were few better, and he had a cool head. Giving his ship all the gas it would take, he shot down in a vertical35 dive.
With plenty of altitude between his plane and the water, he was safe for a second but what would happen after? A glimpse of the plane as it shot across the sky above him told that it carried no markings. “Nobody’s plane,” he thought. “A flying Dutchman of the sky.”
Hardly had he thought this than he realized that, circling like a darting humming bird, the ship was preparing to come at him again.
This time he resolved that in a way he should hold his ground. Dropping a few hundred yards he banked hard in an attempt to come up beneath the plane for a try at a burst of fire. But when he reached the spot the ship was some distance away.
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“Such speed!” he muttered. “Wonder if she’s armed?”
Vain question. A burst of slugs swept across the sky. Holes appeared in his right wing.
“Declaration of war!” he shouted. “Well, then, I accept the challenge.” He began an all but vertical climb to get above them in the hope of dropping on their tail.
“If that creation has a tail,” he thought with a touch of desperation. “A regular headless horse of the air! No propeller, a sound like a siren. What can you expect?”
One thing he could expect was speed. They were after him and climbing like the wind. They were nearly upon his tail before he knew it.
Banking36 sharply to the left, he went into a terrific dive. As he flashed past them they fired from some swinging gun, and missed.
“I’ll make the island before they get me or crash,” he swore to himself. Then he saw a cloud. It was just ahead of him, not large, but at least a haven37. He darted38 into it, and for the moment was safe.
But the enemy was persistent39. The freak began crisscrossing the cloud. Circle as he might, Ted could not quite escape contact. There came the rat-tat-tat of machine-gun fire.
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“Shooting at my shadow,” Ted guessed. “That’s a game two can play.” Ten seconds later, catching40 a dark streak41 passing through the misty42 cloud, he released a burst of fire. The shriek43 of the enemy plane changed instantly. Had he registered a hit? He dared hope so.
But the fight was not over. The wild terror still circled, its shriek becoming sharper and more piercing each instant.
“There never was such a plane as that,” Ted mused44 desperately45. “It’s supernatural, an inhuman46 thing, the work of no man, but of the devil himself. I’ll dive and keep right on going, level off at last, and land on the sea. It’s my only chance.”
Going into a steep dive, he found himself almost at once in bright, tropical sunlight. The change was startling. Like going to a party with no clothes on, he thought.
He went straight on down, and the shrieker47 followed him.
For ten desperate seconds he skimmed over the sea. Then he hit it—bump—bump—bump. He taxied along at last. Having shut off his motor before his plane was at a standstill, he pushed back his hood48 and plunged49 into the sea.
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He was not an instant too soon, for again came the rattle50 of the machine-gun fire. The enemy was shooting up his plane on the sea, trying to kill him while he was down. Ted, for the moment, was safe enough. He had gone beneath the surface.
When he came up blowing, he saw the screamer circle for another try. Then an amazing thing happened. Some heavy object came hurtling down from the enemy plane.
“What is it?” he asked himself. Then, “Good grief! It’s a man!”
The body hit the water with killing51 force, if indeed the man was not already dead. It sank from sight.
“The dirty dogs!” Ted exclaimed, when his head had ceased whirling. “They tried to kill me after I’d made a crash landing! Looks like one of them got paid off, though.”
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bomber
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shipping
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wagons
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scouts
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gulped
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