The other two planes remained on board just long enough to take on more bombs. Then they were off again.
Catching Sally’s eye, the Captain motioned her to join him at the bridge.
“It’s marvelous!” he told her. “That secret radio of yours has saved ships and lives. Eight subs all ready to pounce on us and now look—” He swung his arm in a broad circle taking in all the gliding ships.
This was high praise. Sally’s bosom swelled with pride. Then—
“Danny?” she said without thinking.
“What about Danny?” He laughed. “Hell be back with the rest. A fine boy. Danny. There are few better. We need a lot of Dannys in this war.”
“Yes—yes, a lot of Dannys, but there’s only one,” she replied absent-mindedly.
She left the bridge to wander back to the deck. One more badly crippled plane made a try for the deck, but missed and fell into the sea.
A line was thrown to the pilot and he was pulled on board.
“Have you seen Danny?” she asked as the man came up dripping wet.