Soldiers Greeted Them at the Secret Airfield
“Jeepers, boys!” one of them exclaimed. “An honest-to-goodness lady of the Ferry Command.”
“If they all come like this one, make ’em all ladies from now on,” his buddy chipped in.
“It’s nice to see you all.” Mary put on her best smile. “I only wish I could be with you for a week.”
“Make it two! Make it for the duration!” came in a chorus.
“Two hours,” was Sparky’s pronouncement. “Give our ship the once-over, will you, while we motor in for some chow?”
“Oh, sure, we’ll fix her up fine,” a big sergeant grinned. “But you’ll have to do your own searching for stowaways.”
“And be sure you look well!” the lieutenant in charge added. “I’m short-handed. Can’t spare a man.”
An army jeep appeared and they were whisked away to a small city of low, white buildings, gleaming streets, and many camels.