“Yes, I—I and Hop Sing.” She nodded toward the Chinese boy.
“Unlock the cabin and start unloading the cargo. These boys will help you.” The Captain nodded to the group of mechanics.
Mary’s heart sank. Then she remembered something. “The cabin’s locked,” she said quietly. “Sparky has the key.”
“Where is Sparky? Oh, yes, he went to see the Major. I’m afraid we can’t do a thing until the pilot returns.” The Captain smiled once again.
“Break the lock,” the older man snarled.
“You know that cannot be done.” The Captain did not smile.
At a slight nod from the younger men, the four moved toward the plane that had brought them.
Oddly enough, with just no orders at all, but with guns ready for action, the soldiers of the Captain’s squad lined up in front of that plane.
“I think,” the younger of the four licked his lips, “we’ll accept your offer of hospitality.”
Ten minutes later, when Sparky returned, he went at once into a huddle with the Captain.