Gale talked to some of the young American flyers. They spoke with pleasure of America, and asked many questions. Not one word did they say of their exploits. To a man their chief desire was to get well and to get back into the conflict.
“Oh! I want to get back to work!” Gale exclaimed as she left the building.
“Something tells me you will be back at work sooner than you think,” said the nurse. She was not wrong.
That evening Gale received a message from the colonel.
“Will call for you an hour before dawn,” was all it said.
Needless to say she was dressed and ready when Jan, with the Colonel in the back seat of her jeep, came chugging in through the dark forest.
With their destination still a mystery, the colonel, who had handed Gale up to a place beside him, directed Jan in and out among the trees until a winding road that climbed steeply came under their wheels.
“Follow this road until you come to a small cabin,” was the colonel’s instruction. After that he began talking in low serious tones to Gale.
“I am taking you to your place of labor,” he told her. “It’s not much like the one you just left. It’s much wilder and more dangerous. But you asked for it.”
“Yes,” she agreed. “I asked for it, and I—I think I can take it.”