“Sure,” Mary agreed. “Can’t take any chances this time.”
“That’s right. Besides there’s a lot to be done. The motors from my ship must be unloaded and arrangements made for the repairing and assembling of the other plane when it arrives—if it does,” Sparky added gloomily.
“Oh! It will!” Mary exclaimed. “I’d trust that little doctor with my life.”
“Okay. We’ll hope for it,” Sparky agreed. “You just hop out somewhere and get yourself a good, square meal.”
“One good Brazilian feed,” she laughed.
“That’s it. One dinner in every land. That’s our motto.”
“I’ll bring you a dinner on a tray, buy tray, dishes, and all. When we get going you can eat the food and throw the dishes into the sea.”
“We’ll be taking off in just a couple of hours, if I can get our papers all cleared up, so don’t admire the scenery too long.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be right back.”
Even at this strange corner of the world the war was much in evidence. Soldiers were all over the field. Army planes from many lands came and went. At the gate stood two guards. A smile and her uniform were all the passes she needed.