“I have an idea that Lieutenant Warren has other plans for you,” Betty said slowly. “Something like making you second in command, a sergeant perhaps. Then there’ll be two sergeants,” she laughed. “Tom and Norma! That will be grand!”
“And will we tell you where to get off!” Norma’s eyes shone. “But just you wait a while for that!”
“It won’t be long now,” Betty chanted.
“Look!” Norma’s voice dropped. “That photographer over at Granite Head held out one of my pictures.”
“He did!”
“He certainly did! The one of that Spanish hairdresser at Fort Des Moines.”
“You don’t think—” Betty stared.
“No, I don’t think anything, but I’m going to have that picture if I have to lose an arm getting it.”
“Don’t be rash,” Betty warned. “It’s not worth it.”
“Who knows?” Norma murmured thoughtfully.