“Probably so,” Mary agreed. “But say! I’d like to go over and see Sparky before we go to bed. He might have something more to tell me.”
“I’ll drive you over,” Judy volunteered.
“It’s all fixed, Mary,” were Sparky’s first words to her when she reached the airport. “That Flying Tiger, Scottie, will fly with you to Burma first thing in the morning.”
“Scottie’s a fast worker.” Mary was pleased.
“He sure is, and a good one. They say he’s downed more Japs than anyone in China, and he’s barely twenty-two.”
“Twenty-two years old!” She stared.
“That’s right. They grow old fast over here. But he’ll turn young again when this is over.”
“Sparky,” her voice dropped, “if I shouldn’t come back, you can get a good co-pilot to go with you on that last lap to our journey’s end.”
“Oh, sure! But you’ll come back, Mary. If I wasn’t dead certain of that I’d never let you go.”
“Oh! So that’s the way it is,” Mary laughed.