She found Sparky perspiring and covered with grease as he worked with the mechanics tuning up the engine.
“Two hours,” was his short reply. “Be back in two hours if you want to fly with me.”
“We’ll be back in an hour!” a boy from Indiana exclaimed.
“Sure! Sure!” they all agreed. “Come on. What are we waiting for? Let’s go.”
And so away they all marched to the shelter where the jeeps were kept.
It was while on this march that Mary received a sudden shock. As they hurried along, they met a woman dressed as a Moslem woman always is. She wore a long, flowing robe and her face, save for her eyes, was covered with a veil. Yet there seemed to be something very familiar about the tall, erect figure and the brisk, springing walk.
“Jeepers! I never saw her before!” a boy whispered.
At the same time Mary was thinking. “I must have seen her somewhere. But how could I—”
Just then the dark eyes shining out from behind the veil gave her a sharp, penetrating look. In her shock Mary stumbled and nearly fell.