"You seem to like it, O'Malley," Allison growled.
"Huh?" the Irisher said with a start. Then he grinned. "'Tis a poor spot in the channel that has no Messerschmitt One-Tens poking about in the clouds."
"And we'll sit around warming a chair waiting for a chance at a single or a double," Allison snapped.
"Sure, an' I can't be worried this mornin'," O'Malley said and got to his feet.
"What's got into him?" Allison asked sourly.
"You wouldn't believe it if I told you," Stan said with a wide grin.
Allison glared at him, and muttered, "You two make me tired."