“How did you get that American nurse’s identification tag the monkey wears?” He asked without thinking.
“That!” There was anger in her voice. “That’s none of your affair.”
She went on after a moment, “We want to know about you.”
“And now you know.” He laughed softly.
“Do I?” She returned the laugh.
“Do you know all about those fellows who come here in that queer sort of plane?” he asked.
“Do you?” she came back at him.
“No.”
“Well then, that makes two of us. Thanks for listenin’. Good night.” She was gone.
She’s heard that farewell off here on the radio, Jack thought. Did missionaries have radios? He supposed they did. Queer little world he had dropped into. So she didn’t know much about those two men and the mystery plane? Well, one way or another, he was going to learn more. If they turned out to be Australian, British, or Dutch, they might give the boys a lift to some spot held by the United Nations. Then Stew and he would get back in time for the big push against Mindanao, he thought. Worth taking a chance for that, he assured himself. A very long chance.