“Then we’d better look out,” Gale replied solemnly.
They did look out every fifteen minutes throughout the forenoon. Gale’s radar fingers felt their way through the sky. There was a haze along the horizon. Those feeling fingers reached much farther than eyes could see.
“All quiet,” Gale said as the noon hour came. “Fifteen minutes out for lunch. It’s bright outside. Let’s go out and sit on a rock.”
Lunch was soon over. They ate little at noon. Then they spread themselves out on a narrow rock and gazed up at the cloudless sky.
“Nothing up there,” Jan murmured. “Doesn’t seem like there ever could be.
“Come where my love lies dreaming the happy hours away,” she sang softly.
“Don’t fool yourself.” Gale sat up, picking at the grass that grew by the edge of the rock. “This is war. War is never like that.”
Then, as if she had heard a phone ring,—which she had not—she sprang to her feet and hurried to her station.
Her radar set had not been humming more than a minute when she called excitedly:
“Jan! Come quick!”