"Thank you, sir," Stan answered as he got to his feet.
They saluted and left the office. O'Malley was still in a sour mood.
"You made up with that Jones bird?"
"I did," Stan said. "Now let's head for the mess."
When they entered the mess, the boys greeted them warmly and crowded around. There was no trace of resentment or jealousy. The fellows were eager to know what had happened over Huls. Stan and O'Malley were the only two pilots to get back. Sim sat at a table alone.
Stan talked with the boys a while, then walked over to where Sim was seated. He pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked.
"Glad to have you," Sim said and meant it.
After a bit O'Malley came over. He had noticed that Stan and Sim were laughing over something and he did not know what to make of it.
"Sit down," Stan greeted him. "Have a pie on me."