“Sure. A Jap fighter flew in close to our coop. We were afraid he’d spot us.
“When we could open up again,”—Gale drew in a long breath—“Jimmie and his little fighter had vanished from the air.”
“Well now, that is bad,” Pete drawled. “Just one of those things though—you’ll have to wait for news, that’s all. War is a great little waiting game. Something happens that you want to know about, but you just have to wait. You get all set for something big, and then again you have to wait.
“But I’ll tell you—” his eyes opened wide—“If you girls want to see something really big,—a thing you’ll never forget—I’m right in position to get you a grandstand seat.”
Gale looked at Isabelle. Isabelle nodded her head.
“All right.” Gale agreed. “Count me in.”
Two hours later, Gale, Isabelle and Than Shwe piled into Pete’s jeep and went gliding silently out from beneath the secret forest toward some unannounced destination.
“I’ll have to leave you out here,” Pete explained. “You’ll have to find your own way back, thumb your way, or hoof it. I’ve got lots of work to do. But believe me, you’ll say it’s worth it. It’s not more than four miles, I guess.”
“Just think of this big goof asking us to tramp back four miles just to see something we don’t know a thing about!” Isabelle laughed.
“All right.” Pete slowed down his car. “Want to go back?”