“What’s up?” the sergeant demanded.
“N—nothing, I guess.” She hesitated. “Nothing.” Her mind flashed over their conversation there in the shelter. “We betrayed no secrets,” she told herself. Then to the sergeant she said:
“Come on. Let’s go.”
CHAPTER II
We’re Going Back. And soon
As they crept from the shelter the girl’s eyes sought out her cart and its precious load.
“Never touched it!” was her joyous exclamation.
“Stick around and they’ll get your radar,” was the sergeant’s encouraging comment. “Some dirty spy has put a finger on this spot. That’s the third time they’ve been over here.”
“Spies?” Her eyes opened wide.
“Sure,” he grinned, “India is full of spies, particularly this city. These Indian people are always hating someone. Besides, there are a lot of Burmese people here, driven from their homes when Burma was lost. One reason the Japs won that fight was because the Burmese people let the British down.”
“Did they?” She was interested.