“You old sinner! I said you’d come flying back in a borrowed crate!” Allison shouted. “O’Malley called in from patrol that he had you covered.”
“How did O’Malley know?” Stan asked amazed.
“Well,” he said, “you have the insignia of the United States on your wings.”
“That Thai rascal is pretty smart, only this time it worked against him,” Stan said.
At that moment a P–40 roared to life beside a hangar. It came across the field wide open, hopped off and knifed up out of sight.
“Who was that?” Stan shouted to the ground crew who had wheeled the P–40 out on the field.
“That was Colonel Munson going up for a bit of night air, sir,” a corporal answered.
“He got away,” Stan snapped. “I have to get to division headquarters right away. Get Commander Fuller there, will you, Allison?” Stan was off at a lope.