Henderson daily dispatch., 1940-09-09
RELEASED BY
CENTRAL PRESS ASSOCIATION

Gun became conscious OF a SHADOW
that fell across them and, looking
quickly up, came near to catching
his breath. For flying about three
hundred feet above on a parallel
course to their own and directly
over them. was a gigantic black
plane of the bomber type!
Seen thus, the thing ,o1ked more
than sinister, it locked almost in
credibly menacing. like a gigantic
bird of prey lowering over their
small. defenseless plane. Nor did
the scarlet numerals on the under
side of the great sable wings
"G.1313"-do anything tc set Guns
mind at rest. After all, the bomber
had disappeared-and what better
method of causing the total disap-
pearance of plane than to send it
hurting and blazing ITO the sea
below.
The radio-phone blared suddenly
at him, in the distorted voice of
Tommy Hazeldeane:
Here comes ours, Gun sit
tight, my lad, I'm away out of
this"
There came the added roar of
the accelerated engine, and next
moment Tommy had gone into a
nose dive, so that they plunged
headlong into the cold, damp OBJ
security of the clouds below them.
That's better" came Tommy's
voice, in relief, as he fattened out
again.
Then the radio sputtered, and
commenced to toot out, in the War
Office code A.3:
tx. @. o. x. o. o. =. {.
G.1313 calling x. o. o. ="
Gun answered, and another mes
sage Immediately:
tx. o. o. G.1313 calling
x. o. o. What are you doing?
Have you been instructed to fol-
low our directions ?"
1--WE won't seem to Iall for it too
easily" thought Gun to himself,
as he tapped out in reply:
"G.1313. x. o. O. calling
G.1313. Message received. The an
swer is in the affirmative. But who
is that sending?"
And got reply:
tx. o. o. G.1313 calling
x. o. o. Message sent by squad
ron Leader Trent, P. Are you
ready to follow our directions
Hello, Tommy" said Gun,
through the phone. Ever heard of
a Squadron Leader P. Trent?"
EYES," came the answer. Last
I heard of him he was at Wool
witch. What about him, anyWay?"
He's supposed to be in charge
Of that black plane, that's all"
"I'm a bit of liar myself" said
Tommy.
Gun tapped out:
q. Thank you. Await your
directions"
A pause. Then the answer:
Rise clear Of cloud bank, When
you sight us, trail on about one
mile in rear, and follow us until
further instructions received"
To which Gun replied:
Directions received. Am carry
ing out immediately"
AS they began to climb he
tapped out a message to x on the
new wave length:
"Have sighted G.1313, and am in
structed to follow it. Am comply
ing. Any further instructions,
please?"
The answer was:
Follow plane as directed. Do eX-
actly what they say up to reason
able point-then use own discre-
ton. Report to me every half
hour"
Out of the cloud bank and into
the sunshine once more, they
picked up the black plane, flying a
little behind them. Tommy re-
versed this position, and presently
they were following the sinister
black plane, at about mile to the
rear and above it in altitude.
It became a sort Of game of fol-
low my leader, for the black plane
started to twist and turn at inter-
walls in the most eccentric manner.
Sometimes she would fly for miles
on a dead straight course. and
then suddenly swing off tc right
angles. Then take a circle, and
seem to double back on her tracks,
and then shoot off again to left or
right. Fly straight again for a
time, ard then more or less re-
peat the performance.
After about an hour ard a half
| of this. Gun, who bad already re-
ported once to x in the interim,
+; said through the phone:
/, Il say, Tommy, have you any
itca where we are?"
; And Tcm:1ys answer came
. back:
D