Stan spread the map on the bunk. “Can you mark the location of that stockade on this map? If you remember any other landmarks, I’d like to have them, too.”
“Sure,” Kirby answered. He took the blue pencil Stan handed him and marked the location of the stockade, the wooded areas and the buildings he had seen. He added the guard’s billet and the machine-gun nests he had had to avoid.
“Thanks, Major,” Stan said as he folded the map. “This is valuable information to me.”
Kirby grinned but said nothing.
“And it is confidential,” Stan added.
“Yes, sir,” Kirby answered as he lay back on the bunk.
CHAPTER XI
RESCUE
Allison and O’Malley sat across the desk from Stan. He regarded them with an amused grin. They treated him with the respect due his rank only when they were in the presence of other Flying Tigers. In barracks or when they were reporting to him in his office they liked to ruffle him if they could. Either of them would have tackled a squadron of Japs at his order, but when the heat of battle was over they kidded him.
“It’s our duty to report you to the general,” Allison said with a wicked gleam in his eye.