“Tell them you’re going with me,” she whispered. “Say you’ll be right back.”
Jack told them. They assured him that they could finish the job by themselves in jigtime. Then they’d have a bite to eat.
As Mary and Jack vanished over a low ridge she said in a low, tense voice:
“You said you’d like to fly the jet plane away.”
“Would I!”
She gripped his arm to silence him. “There is just a chance that you might if only—”
“If only what?”
“If only you could beat that Nazi to the controls.”
“But the Japs?”
“That’s all right,” she whispered. “The natives were roasting pork. The Japs smelled it. They like pork. So they came over with their rifles and took over the village. The men were with you. If they hadn’t been, there might have been trouble. I told the women to feed them and give them coffee. They put a powder in the coffee. The Japs will fall asleep.”