“Well, hello there,” he said. “Back from the wars?”
“We’ve just about had it,” Jerry said. “So have the other fellows on the line.”
Russ threw one arm across his nephew’s shoulder. “I understand you boys are real hot-shot smoke-eaters.”
Sandy grinned. “We don’t feel like hot shots at the moment.”
“Tired, eh?”
“And hungry!” Jerry and Quiz added simultaneously.
Russ laughed. “I don’t doubt it. I was just on my way to chow. Come along.”
They walked slowly in the direction of the mess tent, with Prince trotting at their heels. “What kind of a night did you have, Uncle Russ?” Sandy inquired.
“Spent most of it on the phone and radio. I’m hoarse. Not as rough as you had it, however.”
“How’s Mr. Landers?” Quiz asked.