The Major walked along the line, halted at each machine, and spoke a word or two to each pilot. He stood a little longer at the end machine until the pilot eased his engine down and its roar dropped droning to a quiet "ticking over."
"All right and all ready, Sonny?" said the Major.
"All correct, sir," said Sonny laughingly, and with a half-joking salute. "Feel fine, Jim, and the old bus is in perfect trim."
"Think the rain has gone," said the Major. "It's going to be a fine day, I fancy."
"It's just topping," cried Sonny, wrinkling his nose and sniffing luxuriously. "Air's as full of sweet scent as a hay meadow at home."
"Flight, got your orders all clear to start?"
Sonny nodded. "Yes, we'll show you the usual star turn take-off all right. You watch us."
The Major glanced at his wrist-watch and at the paling sky. "Almost time. Well, take care of yourself, Sonny." He put his hand up on the edge of the cockpit, and Sonny slid his glove off, and gave an affectionate little squeeze to the fingers that came over the edge.
"I'll be all right, Jim, boy. We're going to have a good day. Wish you were coming with us."