“Hi, Bruce!” she called.
He grinned and waved in response. When he came up to her she laughed at his appearance. Bedraggled and mud splashed, he looked every inch a returning warrior from unknown wars.
“Think we will win from Northwood on Friday?” she asked eagerly.
“Of course we will,” he returned. “We’ve got a swell team.”
“Bruce,” she lowered her voice to a confidential pitch, “Phyllis and I were out to the island to see the pilot this afternoon. He said he wanted to see you and me tonight for a little while—alone.”
“What for?”
“I don’t know,” she frowned. “What do you suppose he could want? He sounded awf’ly mysterious.”
“Did he say what time?”
“No. Any time I suppose.”
“We’ll go right after dinner, eh?”