“What’s this? A new game for a soldier’s pastime in a strange and foreign land?” He stared at her afresh.
“Ever hear of radar?” she asked.
“Sure! They use it in the Navy.”
“They do. And they’ll use it in the Army too, providing it is possible to get the co-operation of the Army sergeants in charge of anti-aircraft guns.”
“Meaning me? Okay. You win,” he agreed with an unwilling grin. “But there’s one line in this paper that is coo-coo. It should say that you are to try and find those steel balls in the clouds and I’m to shoot ’em down.”
“Wait and see.” She stood her ground.
The coolie returned with one end of the electric cord. She connected it to the box on the cart. Something began to burn. Some tubes lighted up.
“Now,” she sighed. “It’s hot, don’t you think?”
“What? That thing? I wouldn’t know,” he said.
“No. The weather,” she replied.