O’Malley just grinned wolfishly. “I got a date with that Jerry with the red beard.”
“You boys tend to the installing yourselves. Oversee it yourselves. I’ll put through an order clearing everything for you.”
“Thanks, Colonel,” Stan said. “Now we’ll run along and get busy.”
“First you come with me and we’ll figure out how much tank capacity you’ll need and how many men will go along.” The colonel got to his feet.
“If you don’t mind, sir, we’d like to have you sponsor the idea. We intended to take it up with Lieutenant Sim Jones first. Wouldn’t want to be going over his head.” Stan spoke quickly.
Holt looked at him and nodded. “That’s fine of you boys. Mind if I claim the idea for the present?”
“Not in the least,” Stan answered.
“In that case you’ll hear from me later through regular channels. I see you men know your way around in this army.”
Stan and O’Malley saluted and moved off. O’Malley grinned. “Slick work, Stan,” he said. “Now we won’t get blamed for anything.”
“And we won’t get a medal, either,” Stan remarked as he matched O’Malley’s grin.