Can’t you hear her paddle chunking
From Rangoon to Mandalay?
On the road to Mandalay
Where the flying fishes play
And the dawn comes up like thunder
Out of China, ’cross the bay.”
They were in the midst of the song when Gale’s eye was caught by a bright candle held by someone in the doorway leading to the kitchen.
At first she thought the person was a child, for the candle was held low. The whole place was lit by candles. Then the person held the candle higher, and she saw his face.
“Look, Colonel!” She exclaimed. “Look quick!”
“Where?”