“There they are!” Mary exclaimed. “Heading straight for the mountains!”
“What luck! They can’t lose us now. We’ll follow them straight to China if we have to.”
“If we only had our plane!”
“Perhaps it’s best that we haven’t. This may be tougher than you imagine. And this plane is faster than our own.”
“Yes, that’s right!”
As they sped on the sun rose. The sky was crystal clear. Far ahead of them, triangles of deep purple where shadows lay and of light yellow where sunlight fell, were the mountains.
“Beautiful,” she murmured.
“Beautiful and terrible,” he agreed.
“We’re gaining,” she said after a time. “I can see them much more plainly. If we catch up with them—”
Mary could not go on. She was wondering how far this chase would take them and how it was to end. Sparky had said they were headed for China. Part of China was in Allied hands. Much of it was held by the Japs.