They walked silently along the black roads. Jeeps and trucks clattered by them. Men on their way to the theaters or cafeterias or recreation halls walked along the road. The twilight was almost as dark as the night.
The club was another long low complicated building.
Inside, it was warm and comfortable. There was a large living room with a fireplace and comfortable chairs. In here it was almost possible to forget that one was in the Aleutians.
Next to the living room was a bar and beyond that a dining room. Hodges and the Lieutenant went to the bar.
“Beer.”
“Beer.”
They got beer.
“Those little ships are pretty light, aren’t they? I mean even in good weather they jump all over the place.”
Hodges took a swallow of the bitter liquid. “I wouldn’t know,” he said at last. “I’ve never been in a boat like that in good weather.”
“I guess that’s right. Say, did you stop off at the Big Harbor?”