“I’ll work harder than ever,” she told herself. “No more temple bells for me.” In this she was partly right and partly wrong. In the end, temples were to play a very large part in her young life, and that very night, had she but known it, she was to meet someone who would join her in a rather wild temple adventure.
She and Mac met an hour after darkness had fallen, to resume their practice.
They had been at it for a long time and were in the process of making their most perfect score when the phone on the palm tree jangled.
Gale’s heart skipped a beat as her keen ears picked up the words spoken to Mac over the phone:
“Warning! Enemy bombers, in large formation, approaching from the northeast. Be at your station.”
“Now we’ll get them!” she exclaimed, as Mac returned to his gun.
“If they don’t get us first,” Mac grumbled. “This night fighting isn’t so hot. I’ve only been in it twice, but one of those times they nearly got me.”
“We’ll get them this time,” the girl insisted. “We’ve got to do it! Think of all those women and children packed away behind those crumbling walls beside those narrow streets in the city only a ten-minute flight from here!”
“It’s murder to attack a city like that—”
“Nothing else,” he agreed.