SCOUTING MISSION
Stan and O'Malley had a visitor that night. Allison drove over to see them. Looking around the Nissen hut, he grinned broadly.
"Sure, an' I'll call the butler," O'Malley said. "He just stepped into the drawin' room."
"Sit down, pal." Stan motioned toward one of the cots.
"Homey spot you have here," Allison observed.
"How did it go today?" Stan asked.
"You fellows did a swell job, but why only six fighters?" Allison's smile had faded.
"The brass hats knew I was goin' along," O'Malley replied.
"One of those little experiments," Stan explained grimly.
"Pretty expensive try, I'd say," Allison answered.