“What’s the use of a good, American flier being over Burma without doing a little fighting, even if she is a lady?”
“Fighting, Scottie?” said Mary. “I haven’t been fighting. Just had a ride with a Flying Tiger, that’s all.”
“And one you’ll not forget.”
“Not ever.”
And so they came on down.
CHAPTER XVI
“ME GOT MACHINE GUN!”
In the meantime, with a borrowed co-pilot, Sparky had made his way to a hidden airbase at the foot of the mountains. Since the co-pilot had made the flight several times before the trip was accomplished without mishap or adventure.
The moment they landed a Chinese boy, hopping along on one leg and a crutch, came out to greet them and guide them back into the bush where living quarters had been established.
“Oh!” he exclaimed after looking into the cabin. “Somebody say mebby lady flier come. Mebby somebody don’t know.”