"Certainly," General Miller said.
"We have decided to return to Bizerte and wondered if you could say a word for us if a westbound plane stops here. This delay will upset our plans and we might as well go back."
The general looked at Stan sharply. "What made you change your plans, besides this accident?"
Stan grinned. He did not dare admit that he had overheard the general talking.
"The farther we get from the base of action, the more jittery we get," he replied.
"You fellows have to be ordered to take leave," General Miller said and smiled. "Do your orders allow you such freedom of action?"
"We feel that they do," Stan said.
"I'm sorry I can't take you. I'm afraid I'd be called to account for helping you disobey orders." The general's smile had spread into a grin. "You will go on as you should."
"Thank you, sir," Stan said. They both saluted and walked away.
"Guess we're sunk," Allison said sourly. "O'Malley will certainly rub it in when he sees us again. He'll be right in the middle of the big fight."