Maybe there's more than one, aboard that plane.

But there's one, anyhow, that's a real man!" The Master pondered a moment, then again picked up the phone.
"Enemark ?" he called.

"That you ?" "Hello! Yes, sir! What orders, sir ?" "Cut off the ray! Quick, there!" "Yes, sir!" And through the phone the Master heard the _snick_ of a switch being hastily thrown.
"What's the idea, now ?" demanded the major, astonished.

"Going to let that plane close in on us, and maybe riddle us ?" The Master smiled, as he made answer: "I'll chance the bullets, this time.

There's a _man_ on board that plane.