His eyes were blazing, as he thrust the rising-plane lever sharply up.
More shouts volleyed.

From somewhere back there in the body of the ship, a cry of pain resounded.
Bohannan flung the window-pane to one side, and blazed away like mad at the attackers.
A shatter of broken glass burst into the pilot-house.

Alden, catching his breath, quivered.

He uttered no outcry, but his right hand went across and clutched his wounded left arm.
"Got you ?" cried the major, still pumping lead.

He paused, jerked Alden's automatic from its holster and thrust it into the captain's hand, now red.
Alden, a bit pale but quite impassive, opened fire through the jagged hole in the double pane.