“It’s sure to be Ted,” Blackie broke in. “Don’t lose it.”
Just then Stew’s Jap radio took on a sudden burst of power to break through space and fall on Kentucky’s ears:
“Kentuck! This is Stew! Come in, Kentucky!”
Kentucky heard, and sat up quickly.
“Stew! Where are you?” Kentucky came back in a steady drawl. “Where’s Jack?”
“We—well, you might say we’re back in the old home town.” Stew made up a code as he went along. He didn’t want those fellows on the jet plane to understand, nor some prowling Japs, either. “Remember those three houses? Do you get me?”
“Maybe I do,” Kentucky growled. “Continue.”
“Well, I live in the biggest house—the middle one—three stories—get me?”
“I get you.” Kentucky thought he understood that Stew was talking of three islands.
“Jack is with me,” Stew went on. “Our room is in the southwest corner. See?”