Stan caught him by the arm. “Easy, Bill, you’re about to upset the apple cart.”
Munson broke in harshly, “I’m not here to cause a lot of trouble. I don’t blame the Royal Air Force for shoving off some of their pilots on the Chinese. You men carry on. I wish you luck. I can’t leave for a few days, possibly a week. If any of you get releases cleared, come and see me.” He turned on his heel and strode away.
The men gathered in groups to talk and argue. Stan noticed that the men avoided him and that they did not talk to Allison or O’Malley. The three were really outsiders and the boys seemed to feel they had butted into business not strictly their own.
“I think I need a bit of air,” Stan declared.
“I’m heading over to the barracks,” Allison said.
O’Malley went along and they walked across the dark grounds slowly.
Allison finally said, “Munson has big plans.”
“I aim to find out just what they are and I think I know just where to start,” Stan said determinedly. “After the cracks he made back there, I’ll have to settle with him.”
“Sure, an’ you should have let me crack him one,” O’Malley grumbled.
“That would have put the boys solidly on his side. He made a very nice, patriotic speech. But if the fellows take time to think it over, they’ll see what he’s up to,” Stan said.