“I wanted to talk to you about that. There’s time to get over to the Burma line and back before we start.”
“Oh! Sparky!” Her eyes shone.
“But not with our plane,” he went on. “It’s too risky. The balance of our cargo is the most important part. Our ship must be in first class shape for that last lap.”
“But can’t we borrow a smaller plane for the Burma trip?”
“Well, we might,” Sparky spoke slowly. “Thing is, I hate to leave our ship and its cargo for a single hour. You know all the things that have happened.”
“Yes, Sparky, I know.” Her voice was husky.
“We’ve had a lot of luck, Mary.” He hesitated. “Tell you what, you show up here just before dawn tomorrow and we’ll see what can be cooked up.”
“I’ll be here, Sparky. And now look! There’s my car waiting for me.”
“You’ve made some swell friends.”
“I sure have. See you in the morning.” She went racing away.