“Sure. Tell her. She wouldn’t believe me.”
“Well, then,” said Danny, in a mock-solemn voice, “it’s really true. I made a real catch that time. But then, the elm helped out a lot.”
“Good old elm!” Sally exclaimed. “I’ll never forget it! And now,” she added, “I feel in need of reviving.”
The reviving came with good steaming cups of coffee.
Danny Duke could stand the glare of a neon light, Sally found as she looked at his strong, friendly face.
“I’m just past twenty,” he told them with a touch of boyish pride. “And my training is about finished right now.”
“How is it you’re here so far from the Navy flying schools?” Nancy asked.
“I was back on some math, so they sent me here to brush up. I’ve about got it now. Another two weeks will do it.”
“Too bad,” Sally sighed. “But that will be time enough to teach me to receive code, won’t it?”
“Oh, sure,” Danny grinned. “But say, are you the practical young miss! Here I save your life, and first thing you insist that I do something more for you.”