“That’s just part of it. Erma is a two-timer. She has got to like Danny pretty well, too.”
“You don’t blame her, do you?” Sally spoke with feeling.
“Not a bit. Danny’s one of the swellest guys I’ve ever known. He got a real break last trip, sank a sub all by himself, and the rest of us never even got a look-in,” Fred replied with enthusiasm.
“So Erma set a trap to catch him, too?” Sally asked.
“That’s what she did. And now, well, you know the answer from the books you have read. Keep an eye on her, Sally. She’ll get to you sooner or later. She may beat your time with the Old Man, but never with Danny, for you’re in solid there—”
“Danny,” she whispered, swallowing hard. “We may never see him again.”
“There’s a chance there, but I’m betting on Danny!”
The dance was at an end.
“I’ll keep my eyes open,” she whispered. “Fred,” her voice was low and tense—they were walking slowly toward her post of duty, “will we go back the way we came?”
“No one knows that.”