With the aid of a very faint light Sparky and Mary went through the business of getting the ship going. At last Sparky gave an order to Hop Sing. Hop Sing passed it to those on the ground. The motors thundered and:
“Up!” Mary exclaimed. “We’re in the air again!”
“That’s not all,” Sparky added happily. “The air is clearing and we have gas to carry us to our objective.”
They reached it before the hour was up. Recognizing the roar of their plane, a member of the bomber squadron’s crew sent up a small plane to guide them in.
“Ah! At last you’re here,” shouted a voice. The bomber squadron’s flight commander pulled himself into their cabin. “We’ll have men here in a moment to take off your cargo. It is of vital importance. That’s all I can tell you now.”
“Me,” said Mary, “all I want is sleep.”
“There’s a car waiting for you right now. It will take you to the city’s best little hotel which is not a quarter of an hour away.”
Mary fell asleep in the car. She roused herself long enough to reach her room and undress. Then she traded the world of harsh realities for one of pleasant dreams.