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82 BILL BARNES gunners here to guard the Snorter and bring Red along to handle the one- pounder.” Five minutes later he gunned the motor and took the Stormer into the air as though it had been shot out of a catapult. feet he took a course that carried him directly over the enemy fort. The place was alive with action. Tractors were wheeling guns into place along the Climbing to fifteen thousand “Something is up,” Bill said to Sandy over the interplane phone. He studied the place with anxious, worried eyes as he circled above it. An anti-aircraft shell exploded below him. Another to the right. The sun was too bright for accurate shooting. He knew that he was in little danger of being struck as long as he changed his course and speed occasionally. “I wonder if they have Shorty down north and eastern sides of the fort. Black forms scurried in every direction. The place was a beehive of activity. Cattle were being driven into the in- closure from the plain outside. Men stood in columns of fours along the walls. Every machine gun along the inside of the fort was manned. there?” he said, half to himself. “There’s no place else they'd take him, is there, Bill?’ Sandy asked. Bill shook his head impatiently. An- grily. He studied the place trying to de- vise some scheme to get into it. The thought came to him that he might get in alone disguised as a native. But he 5} cComicbook