"You ought to have a machine gun with you, Tom, if you
plan to attack those fellows to get back the tank," Ned
said.
"Oh, I don't imagine I'll need it," he said. "Anyhow, a
machine gun wouldn't be of much effect against the tank. And
they can't fire on us, for there wasn't any ammunition for
the guns in Tank A, unless they got some of their own, and I
hardly believe they'd do that. I'll take a chance, anyhow."
And so the search from the air began. It was disappointing
at first. Around and around circled Tom and Ned, their eyes
peering eagerly down from the heights for a sight of the
tank, possibly hidden in some little-known ravine or gully.
Back and forth, like a speck in the sky, Tom guided the
Hawk, while Ned took observation after observation with the
binoculars.
At last, when the low-sinking sun gave warning that night
would soon be upon them, Ned's glasses picked up something
on the ground far below that made him sit suddenly
straighter in his seat.
"What is it?" asked Tom through the speaking apparatus,
feeling the movement on the part of his chum.
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