Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-05-11

as long as you stay up. Westcotts up there
still. Pull up and dive. That's the stuff to give
q Fokker." Then he one of them pour
lead into Tony Dever's tail. He caught one
glimpse of Dever's bewildered face. Then his
own Spad dropped, q sword longer sus-
pended and his tracers hailed upon the red
back until the Fokker stalled and spun TO the
ground
THEY were doing we'll Only one Spad had
dived in that unmistakable way and at
least three of the red enemy had fiuttered be-
fore they fell. It was then that he saw West
colts Number Nine dive into the melee. and
the tide of battle turned. So westcott had
not the sense to hold up, brave fool. And with
that threat of Spads above removed, the sky
rained FokkerS, red and white FOkkers,
spangled Fokkers, until every dull-colored
Eighteenth plane was beset with three or four
of them.
died Three Of their riddled planes went down.
but they were not alone. Four, five, maybe six
red Fokkers fell with them
Boone shook off his own assailantS long
enough to distract the pair who had George
Duncan. George needed only the chance and
he shot away new attack was almost the
end. Before he could turn, rain of steel fell
about him, splintered the windshield and the
dash in front of his face tore at the linen Of
his left wing. A blow from behind knocked
to hurt after that. Boone smiled, because he
knew. gu
Only a few Spads in that maelstrom now
Occasionally one escaped. Boone did not want
to escape Why should he escaped A spangled
Fukker barred his line of flight to q doomed
Spad and he got it from a head-on angle. The
plane exploded, filing the air with debris. A
patch of red and white linen snagged in his
wires and Ralph Evans stared at his rescuer
as blankly as il the familiar Spad lines were
an apparition.
A trickle OF red came down from Boome's
sleeve. He smiled again. because he was re-
minded. Well, he would stay awake as long
as he could Then he was awakened by q
whirl OF FokkerS about one embattled Spad
Boone had enough left to admire that Spad
But he had always known that Westcott
at least a flyer. He knocked one of those
Fokkers from WeStcotts tail, but second one
almost paid him for that. He might have saved
Jerry Westcott again, but fire came when
he clenched the triggers. Maybe WeStcott could
escape. He himself was too tired to escape.
Glenn Boone was suddenly alone in the sky.
He saw the reason. Two long VS. of Spads were
silhouetted there. Yes, that would be the
Forty-ninths patrol. He saw them dive and
there were more spinning Fokkers. Then he
was too tired to look. He wondered for time
whether he would rather go to sleep or take
his plane back to the field. OF course they
might want the plane-but he decided on
sleep.
Sleep refreshed him. Something did. He
righted his plane. Perhaps they could fix ie
Up, If he got it back It had nice engine
Men out of the barracks, out of the
hangers. and the operations tent of the
Eighteenth where those who were left had
gathered to tell their tale of combat and q
Spad which had been everywhere, at moments
when hope was gone. They were about that
plane within a minute after it pancaked
clumsiy into the field. Jerry Westcott was
the first to climb on the step and unbelt the
still figure which was held erect. His face.
when he turned around, was blank white
mask Its the kiwi He's done for"
Boone opened his eyes slowly. mot yet.
Westcott," ne said TITS hard to kill us-for.
you see, we are the-the-Kee-wee-
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