“Wish you were staying longer,” he said, with a quiet smile. “I like company. We don’t see many bright-eyed American girls over here. This WAC idea is the berries, if you ask me.”
“Glad you like us,” said Gale.
“Golly, yes!” Jan agreed.
“Orders are orders,” said Gale in a friendly voice. “Going is just as much a part of our job as coming, so once more, goodnight.”
At that she and Jan went down the steep rocky stairway to at last climb into their jeep and rattle away.
“It’s a nice world,” Gale murmured. “Everybody is just swell.”
“Golly, yes!” Jan agreed heartily.
It was in the late evening as she wandered among the shadows not too far from her own tent that glowed faintly from a light by which Isabelle was writing letters, that Gale got her big surprise.
All of a sudden a voice whispered hoarsely: “Hi there!”
On the instant she knew who it was. “Jimmie!” she exclaimed softly. “It’s you! How in the world did you get here? I thought you were out over Hell’s Half Hour, or some other terrible place.”