“Such a weird experience,” Isabelle murmured.
“Tomorrow I shall visit your colonel,” Gale declared. “I shall say, ‘Colonel, I no longer feel safe in India. Please take me with you into Burma where there is a nice quiet war going on.’”
But for Gale, exciting events of quite a different nature, events that would help to shape her future career had been ordered by the gods for the morrow.
CHAPTER VII
Night Bombers
Gale did visit the colonel next day, but at his request, not hers. And not a word did she say about the temple adventure. She was rather ashamed of the whole affair. True enough, that had been her night off. “But that’s no excuse for risking one’s life in a foolish adventure,” she told herself savagely.
“How are you and Mac getting on with your practice?” the Colonel asked, once she was seated before his teakwood desk.
“Oh, fine!” she enthused. “We’ve been working nights. Shot down at least a dozen bombers only night before last.”
“That’s quite a record.” He laughed. “Strange we haven’t had a report on it.”
“Well, of course,” she smiled, “the enemies were only transparent plastic balls that light up and come floating down through the night sky when I locate them with radar and Mac shoots them down. But if they had been enemy bombers—”
“You would have scored a hit.”