“He waited too long,” I stated. “The Government can stand the loss of a
plane or two. Our record at Burton has been pretty good.”
Prop swore softly.
“It has been,” he agreed, “but from now on—”
“Look here, Prop,” I cut in, “you know damn’ well that Bert slugged the
Jinx that night in the Walled City. And you know that Bride knows that
Bert slugged him. You don’t expect him to give a rap about saving a ship
that Bert’s piloting, do you?”
Prop Owens shook his head slowly.
“From now on I don’t expect anything—at this field!” he stated simply
and grimly. He looked out toward the burning ship. “That’s Number One.
You know how things go, once they get started. If I had any leave coming
I’d like it.”