“What’s she got against us?” Sally asked in a puzzled voice.
“That’s for her to know and for us to find out,” said Nancy. “But she’ll bear watching!”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
DANNY’S BUSY DAY
Before falling asleep that night Sally found two faces appearing and disappearing before her tired eyes. By drawing on her memory she had been able to recall the face of Erma Stone, the Skipper’s secretary. Erma was tall and dark.
“Rather foreign-looking,” she told herself. She dismissed the idea that she might really be a foreigner and, perhaps, a spy. Foreigners could not join the WAVES, and on such a mission as this all members would be chosen with great care.
“She’s smart and has been successful,” she thought. “For some reason she does not like Nancy and me. It may be pure jealousy because of the favors just shown us, or it may go much deeper than that. I’ll be on my guard.”
The second face that seemed to hang on the black wall of darkness was the smiling countenance of Danny.
If she was troubled about Danny, as indeed she was, she might well enough have put her mind to rest for, at the moment at least, Danny was doing very well indeed. He was fast asleep.
Never given much to worrying, he had munched some iron rations, then, as darkness fell, had spread his, heavy coat over him and, using the side of the craft as a pillow, had drifted off to peaceful slumber.
His awakening was rude and startling. Something hard and wet, like a wadded-up dishrag, had struck him squarely in the face.