O'Malley leaned back. He pushed the pie plate away from him and uttered a contented sigh.
"However, I'm afraid you are not the type of man I want working beside me. With your permission, I will find you another assignment." The colonel watched O'Malley as he spoke.
"What sort o' work?" O'Malley asked.
"Flying a fighter plane, of course." Colonel Benson smiled.
"'Twill suit me foine," O'Malley said. "I'm not likin' the idea o' bein' a brass hat."
"I don't think you would make a very good one," the colonel said. "There will be no further mention of your pie-eating exhibition of this afternoon. You will report to operations for your new assignment."
"Thank you, sor."
The colonel drank his coffee and arose. O'Malley got to his feet and managed a snappy salute. The colonel moved off and the boys closed in to find out what had happened.