“You bet your life, it is. We’re going to finish this thing, you and I.
“But I want you to go with Scottie,” he added. “You’ve had a lot of grief on this trip. I want you to see just how worthwhile it is.”
“Thanks, Sparky.” Her voice went husky. Their hands met in a good stout grip.
A half hour later Mary crept between cool, white sheets in the teachers’ home at the school, prepared for a good sleep before the dawn of one more big day.
CHAPTER XV
BURMA DETOUR
When Mary arrived at the airport before dawn next morning, guards, like gray ghosts, were moving silently about among the many planes assembled there.
Having been challenged by one of the guards, she explained her mission and was at once led to a cabin monoplane that was just warming up.
“Oh! There you are!” Scottie exclaimed. “I hope you’re ready for a bit of a scrap or anything that comes along.”
“I’m with you for anything that comes our way,” she replied.