Ben glanced at the fuel gauges. More than enough. The flying boat had a theoretical range of over twenty-eight hundred miles, and the search pattern Letts had suggested would consume less than half of that. Mallory intended to cover more area than the plan called for, but there’d still be ample fuel. He decided to forgo a visit to their remote gas station on Celebes. Every time the plane touched > wident, particularly on the still-rough sea. Besides, there were no pumps at the station and they would spend half the day hoisting and pouring the two-gallon jugs. He much preferred idling up alongside Big Sal and letting the fuel run down into the plane.
He called Palmer forward. «We’re going to zigzag south across the Flores Sea on hundred-mile legs, west-east, west-east. But I want to check out those islands north of Sumbawa. Keep track of our turns so we don’t miss the damn things. I’d rather catch them headed east so we can cross them twice. There must be a hundred of them.»
«Most of those islands aren’t much account,» Palmer replied.
«No, but if somebody got driven east by the storm there’s a good chance they might’ve wound up on one of them,» Ben reasoned grimly.
As it turned out, they didn’t have to go that far. Shortly after they made their first eastward turn, Tikker spotted a lonely wake below them. Ben immediately began a spiraling descent.
«Mahan, sure enough!» Tikker said excitedly. «Only three smoke-stacks, see?»
Mallory grunted when he banked the plane far enough to see for himself. «Unless the storm knocked one off Walker,» he agreed doubtfully. «But mainly, she’s headed north, toward Baalkpan. Walker would be headed west. Yeah, that’s Mahan, all right. There’s her number. Looks even worse than the last time I saw her, but she’s under way.»
«We’re not going to set down, are we?» Ed asked nervously from between the two seats.
«No way. Look at those swells! Let’s signal them with the navigation lights.»
The sun was setting beyond Java’s distant volcanic peaks when Walker steamed through the Pulau Sapudi and returned to Aryaal/B’mbaado Bay. The naked tripods of the battle line Homes were silhouetted against the evening sky and the lights of the city. Safe and sound, right where they’d left them. Captain Reddy was dozing in his chair and Keje had gone to the wardroom for a sandwich.
«Just like a bunch of battle wagons moored at Pearl,» Garrett quipped, referring to the Homes. «Those guys never know what they’re missing when the wind kicks up.»
«Maybe so,» Dowden agreed, «but small and fast beats slow and fat when bombs and torpedoes are falling out of the sky.»
Garrett grinned sheepishly back at him. «Yeah, but we don’t have to worry about bombs and torpedoes anymore. The next time we get caught in the middle of a Strakka, tell me again that small and fast beats fat and slow.» He gestured at the huge ships in the bay as they drew closer. «Especially since they don’t even look like they noticed it.»
Appearances were deceiving. The full fury of the storm had passed right over the bay. Humfra-Dar had dragged one of its feet and nearly gone aground. Superficial damage had also been sustained by the pagoda structures on all the ships, but the Homes of the People were designed to withstand far worse. Onshore it was a different story. The waterfront ghetto had been knocked flat. Since the buildings there had provided most of the shelter for the AEF, there had been numerous injuries and even a couple of deaths. The rest of the troops had spent an extremely miserable couple of days, exposed to the full violence of the storm. Nevertheless, there were cries of happy greeting as the ship passed through the anchored fleet and neared the pier.
There had evidently brder me to fly, but it’s not his fault we got in late. We altered the flight plan a little to increase our search coverage, true, but I’d respectfully point out that we wouldn’t have seen Mahan otherwise.» He shrugged. «We ran into a headwind on the last westward leg.»
Matt nodded. «I’m glad you found Mahan. Knowing she’s safe takes a load off my mind. I just wish you wouldn’t cut it so close. You’re the only pilot we have.»
«Yes, sir. Flying the only airplane. But when we couldn’t raise you on the radio we got worried. The last we knew, everybody was at sea in the path of that god-awful storm. I guess we needed to know we weren’t suddenly all alone.»
Matt studied him in the torchlight. «What would you have done if you found one of us, Walker or Mahan, in a sinking condition?»
«I. don’t understand, sir.»
«Yes, you do. Say it was Walker. No power and low in the water. Just wallowing in the swell.» Matt grimaced. «And nothing but the whaleboat, which is, incidentally, all we have left. This afternoon you might’ve been able to set down, but not this morning. What would you have done?»
The young aviator looked stricken. «I. I don’t know. Maybe.»
Matt interrupted him. «No ‘maybe,’ Lieutenant. There’s absolutely nothing you could’ve done.» He put his hand on Mallory’s shoulder. «Nothing. Not if you’re a responsible officer. This isn’t the world we knew, where you could whistle up some ship to come get us. We’re on our own. That’s why you and Letts should’ve waited another day before coming to look for us.» He smiled and squeezed the shoulder. «By which time — tomorrow — the radio ought to be fixed. I’m glad you’re here, don’t get me wrong, and I’m glad you saw Mahan, but we can’t spare you or that airplane.» His smile became a grin. «It’s going to have to last the whole damn war.» He dropped his hand to his side and nodded toward the chart laid out on a table nearby. Together, they looked down at it. «Now, since you’re in a rescuing mood, I want you to take off in the morning — weather permitting — and find Revenge. We’re going to start on the propeller first thing, but we ought to have the radio repaired by morning. With Riggs gone to Baalkpan, Clancy is chief radio operator and he says with Palmer’s help he can get it done. Clancy’s already fixed the resonance chamber — used a coffee cup for an insulator! — and he says now that the ship’s not pitching her guts out he can re-string the aerial.» Matt looked up at Mallory. «By the way, if the radio’s not working, you don’t fly.» He returned his gaze to the chart. «If you find Revenge and she needs assistance, with any luck, we’ll be able to come and get them.» Matt pointed at the chart. «Concentrate here first,» he said grimly, indicating a large island surrounded by dozens of smaller ones about halfway between Sumatra and Borneo. «I have a feeling that’s where she’ll be.»
Captain Reddy glanced at the group gathered around them. Many were engaged in animated discussions, while some were relaxing on cushions that had been placed under the awning for their convenience. «It looks like I’m going to be here for a while,» he said. «Go get some sleep. You’ll need it.»
«So,» Matt said at last, when the briefings were complete and the «meeting» had been officially under way for some time, «correct me if I’m wrong, but it seems the situation remains unchanged. The battle line is fit for sea, in spite of some slight damage. The B’mbaadan infantry and Rolak’s volunteers have been thoroughly integrated into the AEF and are ready to embark. I have every minated something lying in it.
«Goddamn! It’s a gun! I bet those sneaky bastards filled it full of powder and plugged it up, hoping the fire would cook it off!» He started to run for a fire hose, then stopped dead in his tracks. No time. If he was right, that thing could go off any second. It would take several minutes for the water pressure to build. Without a word, he hopped the rail and began climbing down the rungs.
«Where the hell are you going?» Lanier yelled. «I got an arrow in my gut!»