“That,” said Mary, “will be swell!”
Later that day when they were together once more, Sparky and Mary lingered long over their tea in a little place run by a friend of Hop Sing.
When Mary had told her story all over again, Sparky’s admiration for his co-pilot was greater than ever before.
“Listen!” She held up her hand. The air was filled with sound.
“The bombers are here,” he said.
“And that means—”
“That we go over the mountains tomorrow providing the storm gods smile.”
CHAPTER XVII
IN SWIFT PURSUIT
That night, lying on a cot in a tent shared with three Red Cross nurses, Mary did not fall asleep at once. The day had been a tremendous one. Much that war means had come crashing in upon her. At the field hospital she had seen what war could do to fine American boys. She had not known that she could feel so terribly sad and yet keep on smiling as she had done as she moved from cot to cot.