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doc#146 | spotted his approach, was determined to drive | him | off before he could get into the fight. |
doc#146 | wondered whether the attackers would allow | him | to pull away unmolested, he had his answer |
doc#146 | ain't gone far"! a harsh cry floated to | him | across the brush. </p><p> A carbine cracked |
doc#146 | for the moment. He heard cries from behind | him | , but he could make out no words. </p><p> |
doc#146 | Gradually the wash climbed upward, forcing | him | toward open range. Yet he must chance it |
doc#146 | dwindling wash, the loose dirt flying behind | him | , and flashed a look about. Early in November |
doc#147 | jungle. Donovan snatched Greg's chute from | him | with a belligerent motion and almost ran |
doc#147 | seven members of his flight fell in behind | him | . The dark brown bombs hanging under each |
doc#147 | ridiculously small. The control tower gave | him | immediate take-off permission, and the |
doc#147 | and the clean roar of the engine that took | him | off the rough strip spoke well of the skill |
doc#147 | about halfway up their slopes. Underneath | him | the sea was a dark and muddied gray. Water |
doc#147 | cockpit. </p><p> The overcast was solid above | him | . As far as he could see there was no hole |
doc#147 | went down to investigate while Greg covered | him | . "Somebody beat us to it"! Todman said |
doc#147 | altitude, up against the overcast, gave | him | the opportunity to exploit his advantages |
doc#147 | exploit his advantages. But it also made | him | conspicuous to the enemy, if it was the |
doc#147 | yellow on the reflector glass in front of | him | . His hands shook. "Arm your guns, Sweeneys |
doc#147 | wingman move out a bit and shoot up with | him | . Perfect, he thought. </p><p> With the rapid |
doc#147 | until the plane shuddered. Luck was with | him | . His burst held for a second on the engine |
doc#147 | His maneuvering for the shot had placed | him | near the overcast, almost inverted and |
doc#147 | where they had been. Sweat popped out over | him | and he felt the slick between his palm |