Divining this, Blaine wheeled, put on
more power and flow towards the northwest, the German keeping after him
at increasing speed. As the light increased the clinging shadow in the
east grew more plain. Whoever it was, the pursuer was determined not
to be shaken off. Soon he would begin firing.
At this junction Erwin gave Blaine's leg an undeniable kick. He was
at last reviving. The pilot leaned towards his bunkie.
"Say, Orry, are you coming to at last?"
Another kick, evidently part of a struggle by Orris to right himself.
Blaine saw the German making the first spiral upward, in an effort to
attain a position suitable for using the machine gun. Blaine therefore
zigzagged more to westward, thereby throwing the reviving Erwin into an
easier position. At this an easier position. At this Blaine was
pleased to see his friend look wonderingly at him and the bowed head
slightly raise itself.
"Lay still right where you are, Orry," murmured Lafe. "There's a Boche
after us. We've got out of Archie's range, but I've one of their
planes on our heels. Whist! Git down lower! He's going to fire. If
he does, I - I'll crumple up. We'll land and - and -"
Further talk ceased as the simultaneous rattle and spatter of opposing
machine guns made talk impracticable. Blaine was below, the Boche
above, each whirling, diving, spiraling as dexterous pilots do in such
conflict.
Pages:
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25