Mary dropped it into her pocket.
“What’d she shoot at you for?” he demanded.
“It’s a long story.” Mary hesitated. “At least I think it is.”
“Oh! It is? Then let’s get out of here. She might come back.”
With long, swinging strides he led the way out of the narrow labyrinth of streets.
“What were YOU doing back there?” Mary asked, as they neared the river.
“Me?” He laughed hoarsely. “That’s a good one. Me, I’m a Flying Tiger. Nobody ever touches a Flying Tiger. They don’t dare!”
“A Flying Tiger!” Mary was thrilled. Judy nodded her confirmation. Then she whispered: “That’s what he is and one of the best!”
“You’d be honorin’ me if you’d have a bite to eat with me,” said Mary’s new-found friend. “Both of you. I’m Scottie Burns and I’m with an American squadron now.”
“It will be a pleasure,” Mary said. “And I’m sure—”