Stan was looking at the NATS amphibian and smiling. "We might be able to thumb a ride with the Navy."
Allison looked down toward the sea. The Navy boys were getting the big freighter set to take off.
"Worth a try, let's go down there."
They hurried down to the beach. An ensign was handling the shifting of supplies from the flying boat to a truck. He greeted Stan and Allison in a friendly manner after glancing at their service stripes.
"You boys are a bit off your reservation, aren't you?" he asked.
"We sure are and we want to get back. How about a ride to Bizerte?"
"We're not hauling passengers, but if you piled in nobody would throw you off. We're supposed to cooperate with the Army in every way we can." The ensign laughed.
"Great stuff," Allison said. "I'm March Allison and he's Stan Wilson."
"I'm Bert Thomas," the ensign said. "If you have bags you better get them aboard. We're about to shove off."
"We're not taking any bags back," Stan said hurriedly. He did not want to risk having the general order them to go on into Alexandria. In fact, he did not want the general to know they were going out with the amphibian.