“The two remaining hostiles had flashed past him at the same time
as the center one, while he threw his loop over it, but realizing
apparently on the instant what his maneuver was, they both swung out
and round while he passed in his loop over the center machine. It was
smart work on the part of the two flanking hostiles. They must have
instantly divined Ricky’s dodge to get astern of them all, and their
immediate circle out and round counteracted it, and as he came out of
his loop brought them circling in again on him. In an instant Ricky was
suddenly roused to the fresh danger by two following short bursts of
fire which flashed and flamed athwart him, and caught a glimpse of the
other two closing in and again astern of him and ‘sitting on his tail.’
“Both were firing as they came, and again Ricky felt the sharp rip
and crack of explosive bullets striking somewhere on his machine, and
an instant later knew that the two were following him and hailing
lead upon him. He cursed savagely. He had downed one enemy, but here
apparently he was little if any better off with two intact enemies in
the worst possible position for him, ‘on his tail,’ and both shooting
their hardest. A quick glance ahead showed him the white glint of
light on the wheeling wings of his flight, attracted by the rattle of
machine guns, circling and racing to join the fight.
“But fast as they came, the fight was likely to be over before they
could arrive, and with the crack and snap of bullets about him and his
own two guns powerless to bear on the enemy, it looked uncomfortably
like odds on the fight ending against him. Another loop they would
expect and follow over—and the bullets were crippling him every
instant. Savagely he threw his controls over, and his machine slashed
out and down to the right in a slicing two-hundred-foot side-slip.
“The right-hand machine whirled past him so close that he saw every
detail of the pilot’s dress—the fur-fringed helmet, dark goggles,
black sweater. He caught his machine out of her downward slide, drove
her ahead, steadied her, and brought his sights to bear on the enemy
a scant twenty yards ahead, and poured a long burst of fire into her.
He saw the bullets break and play on and about the pilot and fuselage.
Then came a leaping flame, and a spurt of black smoke whirling out
from her; Ricky had a momentary glimpse of the pilot’s agonized
expression as he glanced wildly around, and next instant saw a trailing
black plume of smoke and the gleam of a white underbody as the enemy
nose-dived down in a last desperate attempt to make a landing before
his machine dissolved in flames about him.
“With a sudden burst of exultation Ricky realized his changed position.
A minute before he was in the last and utmost desperate straits, three
fast and well-armed adversaries against his single hand. Now, with two
down, it was man to man—no, if he wished, it was all over, because the
third hostile had swung left, had her nose down, and was ‘hare-ing’
for home and down toward the covering fire of the German anti-aircraft
batteries. Already she was two to three hundred yards away, and the
first German Archie soared up and burst with a rending ‘Ar-rrgh’ well
astern of him. But Ricky’s blood was up and singing songs of triumph in
his ears. Two out of three downed; better make a clean job of it and
bag the lot.”