“We’ll have to go it alone,” she said, speaking half to herself and half to Sparky.
“That’s it,” Sparky agreed. “The Fates have arranged that.”
“We’ll Have to Go It Alone,” Said Mary
“And our cargo is priceless. That’s what the Major said.”
“Priceless,” he agreed. “It’s quite as important that it should arrive safely as, well perhaps, as it is for all those big bombers ahead of us to go through.
“But, Mary,” his voice changed, “don’t think of it that way. You’ll tighten up if you do. That might prove fatal. You have to be relaxed, flexible, ready for anything. That’s how you have to be.”
“I—I’ll try to forget that cargo,” she agreed.