Only a few
minutes elapsed until it had settled on the water.
"Hydro-aeroplane," announced Commander McClure as he stood in the
conning tower observing the wounded airship. The other planes were
engaged over the remainder of the allied fleet and the _Dewey_ was
free to take care of the craft in front of it.
There was now a chance that the American submarine might move alongside
and take prisoner the German birdmen in the damaged machine. The
ship's course was altered toward the floating plane and the _Dewey_
crept up on her foe.
"Train your forward gun right on that fellow; he is apt to shoot unless
both pilot and observer are injured," cautioned McClure.
And that was just what happened, for the words had hardly escaped the
lips of the Yankee skipper before a gun rang out from under the canvas
wings of the airplane and a shell came whizzing over the _Dewey_.
"There's another machine almost directly overhead," bawled Mowrey, as
he spied a second flying craft near at hand.
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