“It won’t be for long,” Jimmie predicted. “I’m sure of that. The army will go forward to victory and we’ll go with them.
“Burma, China, and then, Tokio,” he whispered.
“Here’s hoping.” She stood up. “Well, I have to be out there on the ridge before dawn. I’ll be seeing you.” She held out a hand.
“Perhaps tomorrow,” was his reply. And tomorrow it was.
* * * * * * * *
It was mid-afternoon of the next day. Gale had given her entire equipment a routine checkup and had sent her radar feelers out into the thin air of a bright, sunshiney day, when she gave a sudden start.
“What’s up?” Jan exclaimed.
“Don’t know, just yet,” was the slow reply. “There’s something in the air out there far beyond where we can see.”
“Must be a hundred and fifty miles. Patrol planes—don’t you think?” Jan settled back.
“No, I don’t,” was Gale’s excited reply. “There’s not just one or two of them—more nearly a hundred, I’d say. I get them over quite a wide area.”