CHAPTER XIV
THE CAST ASSEMBLES
As she left the cool shade of that porch, Mary was thinking of just two things, her reunion with the men of the big bomber flight and their plans for the immediate future.
One thing surprised her. When they had entered the school an hour before, the sun had been shining brightly. Now it was raining hard.
“What a change!” she exclaimed as she and Judy raced for the car.
“It’s the start of the rainy season,” Judy explained, once they were inside the car, gliding along. “When it starts it keeps right on. It’s too bad you didn’t arrive a week sooner.”
“Why?”
“At this season of the year terrible storms sweep over the Himalaya Mountains. You’ve got to cross them, you know.”
“Is it very dangerous?”
“They say it’s one of the most dangerous passes in the world. Once a flight of five planes with Chinese pilots started over the pass. Not one of them was ever heard of again.
“But then,” Judy hastened to add, “those were small planes. You’ve got a real ship.”