Dick Hawkins' small biplane zoomed in, landed expertly at the knoll's
foot. The occupant vaulted out and approached them at a half run.
Hawkins called as soon as he was within shouting distance. "They're
moving in. Their advance cavalry units are already in the pass."
When he was with them, Plekhanov rubbed his hand nervously over heavy
lips. He rumbled, "The cavalry, eh? Listen, Hawkins, get back there and
dust them. Use the gas."