Dark forebodings took possession of his mind. Had those original pilots of the jet plane told the others of their camp here on the island, and had the three Japs put an end to Stew’s carefree life? “Stew!” he called softly. “Stew! Where are you?” “Can’t have those fellows hearing me,” he murmured. “What’s happened to Stew?” All of a sudden there came the clatter of boots on the rocks. Instantly he snapped out his light. “That you, Stew?” he asked. “Sure is,” came in a familiar voice. “I thought they got you for sure.” “Who? Those jet plane fellows?” “No. The cannibals.” “Forget that cannibal stuff,” Jack laughed. “Those people are our friends. But we’ve got trouble, all the same.” “Why? What’s up?” Stew dropped to a place beside Jack on the rock. “Plenty. There are five men over at the jet plane now, two Germans—” “Ger—” “Two Germans and three Japs, and they’ve got machine guns.” Stew whistled, then he exclaimed: “It’s a good thing Ted’s going to look us up.” “Ted? Look us up? Where’d you get that idea?” Jack demanded in sudden surprise. “I got that Jap radio to work. There’s been some sort of fight. Ted was down in the water. Kentucky and his crew located him. They were talking back and forth, Kentucky and Red were, so I butted in. I fixed up a sort of code and told them where to find us.” “But I still don’t see where Ted comes in.” “Kentucky located Ted and took him in his plane. He left his mike open, so when Ted was in the plane I heard him say, ‘Now that I’m rescued I’m going to find Jack and Stew.’ “Kentucky said, ‘That may require a lot of looking,’ but Ted will find us, never fear.” Stew drew in a long deep breath of relief. “Boy!” he sighed. “It will be great to get off this island and onto the deck of the old _Black Bee_!” “Good old Ted! He’s a real pal,” Jack murmured. “But whether he finds us or not, I’ve picked my manner of leaving this island.” “How’s that?” Stew sat up. “I’m going in that jet plane,” Jack declared stoutly. “Sure. As a prisoner of the Germans and Japs.” Stew laughed. “On my own,” Jack insisted. “Sure! On your own.” Stew did not laugh this time. “Two Nazis and three Japs with machine guns! On your own! In the jet plane! No sir! Me? I’m going to wear out my eyes looking for Ted.” CHAPTER XX A SHIP FROM SOME OTHER WORLD Realizing that matters must soon come to a head, Jack and Stew slept lightly that night, hidden away among the palms. Anything might happen on the morrow and they were prepared for the worst. In the meantime, on board the _Black Bee_ Lieutenant Commander William A. Brady, leader of the Navy Air Force, was briefing his men. Before him on the wall were maps and blown-up air photographs. “I need not tell you,” he said to the bomber pilots, fighters, torpedo men, gunners, radio men, and all the rest assembled before him, “what our next great objective is to be.”