There was worse than chaos out in front of us now. A lot of our own planes were coming, interceptors that went like wasps after the two remaining Nazis. One of Hitler’s prides seemed to be shot down; and Porky accounted for the other one--that green giant leaped into the air with a marvelous standing high jump, grabbed the Nazi plane with both hands and tore it into bits. But now a new element entered into the thing. Hitler evidently had a few subs around here. One of them obviously let loose a couple of torpedos at the giant. Distinctly I saw two explosions at the giant’s waistline--torpedos that must have gone right into him and exploded inside. Anyway, he doubled up with a bellowing roar of pain that rattled our ear-drums and then he went down, sinking with a cataclysmic rush of white waves over him. I recall my fleeting thought that this would be just the proper time for Porky to withdraw. And he did. As the green giant fell and disappeared, the body of Porky here on the sand gave a convulsive shudder and in another instant Porky was sitting up, blinking, with a hand rubbing his forehead, and the other hand shoving away Lisbeth who was clutching at him. “W-well,” Porky said. “Here you are. What happened?” “Plenty,” I said. “A very great deal. But you did fine, Porky.” * * * * * Baldy was on his feet, holding off Lisbeth who was struggling to get at Porky. “Say, listen, you lug,” Baldy demanded, “where in the devil did you ever pick up that giant? It happened to work out all right, but--” “Why--I dunno,” Porky said. “He was just lying around down there--” “On his way in from Atlantis maybe?” Baldy was sarcastic. “I dunno. I was concentrating on a sub Commander--how bestial they are--you know, that sort of stuff--and all of a sudden I sort of slid into that giant.” Porky shuddered. “It was--horrible. But--when I saw those Nazi planes, I did my best.” “You did wonderful,” I agreed. “You saved New York from maybe a nasty air raid. Now listen, the U-boat Commanders are still out there. All we have to do--” “If we had any sense we’d be getting out of here before we get into _real_ trouble,” Lisbeth observed suddenly. I could see that she had something there. This section of the beach was no longer lonely. Spectators were beginning to mill around; and there were Coast Guards, with searchlights darting at us, and planes roaring overhead. “Come on, let’s duck,” I agreed. “We’ll come back tomorrow night when things have quieted down a bit.” Baldy and I planned it enthusiastically all the way back to the city. Barring the sudden advent of green giants and such, the thing obviously was absolutely simple. We four could tour all the coasts. And then maybe arrange to get abroad. I figured three months--if Porky could hold out--would wind up the war.