“He’s a fine man, Danny.”
“That’s what they all say. He was very badly shot up out there in the Pacific. They didn’t expect him to live, but the nurses pulled him through—”
“And now—”
“Now he might be sitting in the sun, living on a pension.”
“But who would want to in exciting times like these?”
“Not your Silent Storm. He works harder than the rest of them.”
“But, Danny! Look!” Her voice rose sharply. “Look at his plane!”
“Acting crazy all right. Seems to be out of control.”
“Danny! He said something strange once. He said he wouldn’t take other people up because he wasn’t sure of himself. You don’t think—”
Danny was thinking, and thinking fast. Advancing the throttle, he sent his plane speeding toward the spot in the sky where the small plane was going through all the motions of a fighter shot out of the clouds.