“And how will you ever get it out?”
“That’s it,” he agreed. “Looks as if we’re stuck—at least, our plane is. Guess we’ll have to go it alone, Mary, just you and I. It’s the way the Chief would want it.” His voice went husky. “That secret cargo must go through at all cost. Those were the orders. How do you feel about that?”
“How would you feel about going over the top somewhere in Africa?” she challenged.
“I wouldn’t think. I’d just go, same as any other soldier does.”
“It’s the same with me now,” she replied soberly. “I—am a soldier, too. Well, perhaps not quite, but I’m serving in a soldier’s plane, a mighty good one, too. Any man in my shoes would have to have had five hundred hours in the air.”
“And so where duty calls or danger—” he quoted.
“I shall always hope to be there,” she saluted. “But look!” she exclaimed. “Don is trying to sit up. He must not do that!”
“No! No! Old man! Not yet!” Once again Sparky was at his comrade’s side gently pushing him down.
“Wh—where am I? Who—what happened?” came in thick tones.
“You’re here and we’re here. Sparky and Mary,” said Sparky.