whirled above me, fighting. I followed falls no longer. I was in the fight.
Two-seaters and three-seaters, armed with extra machine-guns and gunners, re-inforeced the blue monoplanes. Bane's command had moved up and was engaged. A navy plane plunged past me, trailing smoke. Another went into a tail-spin beside a falling doubleseater. I joined a navy plane and he or I shot down a blue single-seater—Donley, I thought.
By the reckoning that ran in my mind, there could be but three navy planes in the air. But I saw more than three. I realized that another squadron had arrived.
Below, the bombing biplanes had left the ship; they were seeking to escape with Bane's two- and three-seaters trying to fight a way clear for them. I joined an attack against the two-seaters and a three-seater which, I was sure, carried Bane—and controlled the automatic plane which bore Helen Lacey. I got close enough to see Bane fighting a machine-gun; I saw, then the three-seater shot down.
I flew for a blue monoplane on the edge of
