four o'clock
Not a German or an Italian plane in sight . It appeared that the best O'Malley would get for setting his own course was a good view of the invasion fleet and the opening wedge of the air forces . Suddenly the shores of Sicily appeared below , and almost at once O'Malley was jerked out of his sour mood by a shout from one of his pilots . `` Me 110 's coming down at four o'clock ! '' `` Protect yerselves ! '' O'Malley shouted eagerly . `` Run fer it ! ''