“Ann to Mary! Ann to Mary!” Stew repeated in a strained voice, talking into his mike. “Enemy task force southeast, hundred and eighty miles. One carrier, five cruisers, eight destroyers, and three cargo ships.” He waited ten seconds. He, you have guessed, was Ann. The operator on the carrier was Mary. Twice, at brief intervals, he repeated the messages. “Watch it!” Jack exclaimed, banking his plane so sharply it stood on a wing. In his excitement he had come so close to the edge of the cloud that he had sighted a shadow. The shadow had a voice, a sudden _rat-tat-tat_ that made small round holes in his right wing. A Zero had nearly winged them. “Close,” he murmured. “Got to have a care.” They circled about in the cloud for fully five minutes. “What’s your idea about that screamer?” Stew asked. “I know what it can’t be,” was Jack’s reply. “What?” “It can’t be a meteor. You can see a meteor.” “Probably a rocket from a plane. The Jerries have them.” “I wonder!” Jack said once more. “Well, guess we’ll slip down for another look. Tell you what—we’ll zoom out of this cloud full speed. That’ll take the Zeros by surprise. By the time they close in we’ll be safe in another cloud.” Jack’s idea was a good one. Stew had one more good look at the task force. He corrected his report—one less destroyer than he had thought, and one more cargo vessel. The distance was shorter, perhaps nearer one hundred and seventy miles. Their trick of dashing full speed from cloud to cloud fooled the Japs. But they would soon run out at an edge of the cloud they had just entered, small-circle it as they might. “The Nips will corner us like rabbits in a hayfield,” Stew grumbled. “Let ’em try it!” Jack’s spirits were rising. This was their day. “We’ll come out shooting. We’ve just got to cut one notch in the handle of your gun before this hour gets away.” “Here’s hoping.” Stew patted his gun. Despite his rising courage Jack’s knees began shaking when, for a second time, they barely escaped a blast of fire from a Zero. At last he exclaimed, “Shucks! This cloud is too thin and ragged. We’ll make another run for it.” Another run it was, and this time two Jappies were right after them. But to his surprise Jack found the enemy unwilling to press home the attack. They would make a run, then as soon as they were close enough for a possible shot, circle away. The first time one did this Stew gave him a short quick burst of fire, without result. “Huh!” he grunted the second time, “I know their game. They want me to shoot out my belts of ammunition. Then, while I’m reloading, they’ll slip in for the kill. Oh no you don’t, Jappie!” He withheld his fire. So interesting was the game that for the time being they forgot both the clouds and the task force. But not for long. Suddenly Stew exclaimed: “Say! Look! That Jap task force is smaller!” Jack did not look, for suddenly he threw his plane into full speed. “What the—”