Tired as she was, Gale could not wait. Hurrying forward, she met the dusky caravan with Jimmie carried on a litter in their midst.
“Jimmie!” she called. “Are you badly injured?”
“Gale!” he exclaimed in astonishment. “Are you here?”
“Sure! Why not? I heard your call and I came. I hear you calling, calling me,” she chanted.
Needless to say the native marchers were given a rest while Jimmie and Gale made up for lost time in certain little matters.
“But Jimmie, are you badly injured?” she repeated at last.
“I’ll be flying again soon, and I’d better be,” was his reply. “The colonel must be half way across Burma by now. And don’t forget, we have a date. Our destination is Tokio!”
“Oh, Jimmie! You must take me with you!” she exclaimed.
“I surely will, if I have to kidnap you!” he vowed.
Arrived at the spot where the monks were busy preparing a camp for the night, they rested while tea was brewed and some sort of wild meat was roasted over the fire.