“I see what you are getting at.” Jimmie’s eyes brightened. “If our enemies found those trinkets scattered around here they’d know the secrets.”
“That’s right. Please help me find the rest of them.”
“Okay. Let’s go.” He snapped on his light.
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“Boy! Oh boy! We sure messed up those two bombers!” a voice exclaimed a moment later. It was Mac, just back from his tour of inspection.
“Gale, old girl!” he exclaimed, “You’ll get a medal this time, whether you like it or not.”
“If I do, I’ll trade it for a new radar set,” she replied soberly.
“Oh, you’ll get that new radar set and a swell place to use it,” Mac exclaimed. “Radar experts better than you just don’t happen. You two wait here a bit.” Mac’s voice dropped. “I’ll get in my jeep and spin around to make a report. The phone’s dead.”
“Don’t hurry back,” Jimmie chuckled. “We’ve got an appointment with destiny.”
At that Mac hurried away and the two of them, Gale and Jimmie, continued their search for the secrets of radar.