“And visibly shaken,” she added. “Yes, all of that and more. You’d never believe it, but we did away with two desert rats on this trip.”
“That’s right,” Sparky, who had just come up, agreed. “One yellow rat and one that was a doubtful white.”
“Tell us,” Ramsey demanded.
“Not now,” Mary pleaded. “Perhaps not ever.”
“I just wanted to say,” Sparky broke in, “that we’ll be here until three tomorrow morning. Our next hop is a long one and that burned engine needs a going over.”
“Oh! Hours of rest!” Mary nearly collapsed in her father’s arms. “You’ll never know what that means.”
“I’ll leave you now,” Burt Ramsey saluted. “Shall I see you at Waltz Time tonight?”
“Waltz Time on the radio?” Mary stared.
“No, indeed. Waltz Time on a very good floor and with an orchestra that lifts its hat to none.”
“Oh!” she breathed, “That will be too much.”