That is just what they did for another quarter of an hour, but without success. Then Mac came rattling back in his jeep.
“What’s up?” he called when he saw their circling lights.
“Gale lost the three secrets,” was Jimmie’s reply. “We’ve found two of them, but the third is still missing.”
“Skip it,” said Mac, when this puzzle had been taken apart for him. “This has been a hard day. We need sleep. Here comes the guard. Not a soul will be allowed on the grounds before sunrise.”
“I saw a woman,” Gale began.
“Oh, sure,” Mac broke in. “I’ve seen a lot of them. Some I wish I’d never met. Come on. Hop in. Let’s go.”
“Here comes the guard” was right, and there was no mistaking its coming. A jeep came careening around a cluster of palm trees.
In it rode four doughboys singing at the tops of their voices.
“Oh, we won’t go home until morning, we won’t go home until morning, we won’t go home until morning, and that is Irish too.”
“Any smart woman could tie and blindfold that bunch,” Gale grumbled.