“But you weren’t smooth?” Stew drawled.
“That’s what I said.”
“Then how come you’re pals now?”
“We’re not really, you see. Ted and I both joined the Navy air force. We went to different training bases. I never saw him again until we met on board the Black Bee. Then he dragged me off to one side and said—”
“Listen!” Stew’s voice was tense. “There’s that screaming again! It’s coming this way like the wind.”
Jack listened with all his might. How weird it was, that screech coming in out of the silence of the night. “Some witch riding a broomstick.” He laughed uncertainly.
“Some Jap trick,” Stew muttered.
“I’m not so sure,” Jack said thoughtfully. “I’ve got a brand new notion about that thing.”
“What’s that?”
“I’ll tell you later.”