“That makes sense,” Isabelle agreed. “Only you’ll have to leave the reporting to me—your day starts too soon.”
“But what are we to do just now?” Gale sank to a seat.
“We’ll go down and thumb a ride in the giants’ parade,” said Isabelle. “That at least will be an adventure.”
“Thrilling,” Gale agreed. “Well, what are we waiting for?” She prepared to lead on the return march.
They made their way down the ridge in half the time it took to go up. Then again, this time, quite unwillingly they witnessed the colonel’s grand parade.
Fifteen minutes after their arrival the parade came to a halt.
“Come on!” Gale exclaimed, dashing for a truck. “Now’s our chance!” Arrived at the back of the truck, she pulled at a canvas flap. It gave way, letting out a flood of light.
“Hey! What?” a boyish voice began. Then the voice rose: “Jeepers! Girls! Can you tie that!”
“We’re a couple of WACS and a nurse,” Gale grinned. “How about bumming a ride?”
“Sure! Hop in! Crowd over, you fellows. It’s not always we ride with ladies.”