A telephone attached to a tree jangled.
“I’ll get it.” The first gunner jumped up.
“It’s for you, Sergeant,” he announced a moment later.
“Be right there.” The sergeant was away.
There was a serious, all but stern look on the sergeant’s face when he returned. “Sorry, lady,” he half apologized. “School’s dismissed for today.”
“Why—what—” she began.
He broke in: “Some nasty old Jap bombers are headed this way to mess things up a bit. And did they pick on a swell day to do their stuff! They’ll come hopping out of the clouds, drop their bombs and drop back into the clouds again.”
“Before we get a good crack at ’em,” the first gunner broke in. “The dirty—”
“Lady, you’d better scram,” said the sergeant. “This is no place for you right now.”
“I hear ’em comin’!” The second gunner’s ears were covered by a listening device.