16 Biggles Flies North by Captain W E Johns

Author:Captain W E Johns [Captain W E Johns]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2011-04-05T23:00:00+00:00

Hello—see that turn? He's spotted who we are. It will be interesting to see what he does,'

he added. 'He'll hardly risk landing.'

Ginger did not reply. He was watching the movements of the Weinkel with a good deal of trepidation, for he felt that whatever McBain did—assuming that he was on board —it would be unpleasant.

That he was right in this assumption was soon made apparent. The Weinkel banked sharply, and putting its nose down, dived at the stranded Jupiter.

For an instant longer Biggles watched it. Then he let out a warning yell. Tie flat.'

Ginger flung himself down just in time. Above the bellow of the Weinkel's engines there came the vicious chatter of a machine-gun, and the line of the bullets could easily be followed by the splinters of ice and flecks of snow that leapt into the air in line with the machine.

As it swept past Ginger clearly saw McBain himself behind the gun, which he had thrust out of the side window of the control cabin.

A stream of belligerent imprecations from Angus made Biggles turn. 'You hit?' he asked anxiously.

Òch, mon, not I,' shouted Angus. 'If I ever get ma' hands on that '

`You keep down,' shouted Biggles, seeing that the Weinkel was corning back.

Angus's rifle cracked as the Weinkel roared past again, cutting a trail in the snow with its gun. Some of the shots went very near the prone airmen.

`You'll never hit him with that,' Biggles told Angus. `He'll hit one of us in a minute if we aren't careful. We'd better scatter.'

The third time the Weinkel hurtled past the gun was silent. Instead, a small square object crashed down near the Jupiter; it bounced over and over and came to rest very close to the machine. Biggles started forward with the idea of finding out what it was, but before he could reach it, the Weinkel, which had swung round almost on its wing tip, was coming back. A signal light cut a flaming line through the air; it struck the snow very near the square object, and a sheet of flame leapt upwards.

Ìt's petrol! ' yelled Biggles. 'He threw a can of petrol with the cap off. Now he's fired it with the pistol. He's trying to burn the Jupiter.'

Two gallons of petrol make a considerable flame. The scene was bathed in a lurid glow, but it was soon clear that in this case, at any rate, the Jupiter would not be damaged.

Owing to the snow the petrol did not spread far, and the flame was ten yards from the machine.

Seething with impotence, Biggles told the others to get farther away in order to reduce the chances of any one being hit. It was as well that he did so, for thrice more the Weinkel dived at them, the gun spitting. Another can of petrol was thrown down, and Ferroni, who was actually flying the machine, almost stalled as he turned slowly above the Jupiter in order to allow McBain to take careful aim.

Biggles sprang to his feet and blazed away with his automatic.

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