The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1940-11-09

the looks OF that little drawing
Office"
Huh! They'll be damned I'M
lucky. Come on, what about
that bath and bed?"
Twenty minutes later they were
in their respective beds, and sleep
ing as only men who have been fly
ing for nearly "a hours at a stretch
can.
In Whitehall, both War Office and
Air Force stats had returned. X
was white and jaded.
Its two hours since that last
message came through" remarked
War Office "Whatever's happened,
it's plain they won't get another
chance 20 communicate tonight,
should say"
Air Force nodded, grimly.
They've got them. all right" he
said, unconsciously echoing Guns
remark made just about the same
time. II should think we might as
well pack up-no good sitting here
ard looking at each other"
X nodded. and rose YEARLY. He
almost staggered as he walked
across to the mantelpiece.
Yes, you're right" he agreed
AN operator will be standing by
] all the time, of course, and Ill ar
range to be called if anything I'M
portant comes through. But, per-
sonally. l don't expect to hear any
thing for some time. Days. prob
ably. If at ALL" he added, gloomily
He cursed the pessimism and de-
preston that seemed to have
gripped him-probably due to the
long hours Of strain, he imagined
The other two said good night
and went. X gave his final direc-
tons and followed suit.
Outside the night was starry
and he stood on the pavement fol-
a moment Or two, staring up at the
sky in silent contemplation.
The sea has hitherto held all the
mysteries. he thought, but nov
that star-spangled waste is begin
ming to rival it, Lost flyers! Ar
airplane in that waste Is a very
small and helpless thing, really
And some of them never come
back, and nothing is ever heard OF
themi
AS though in answ to his
thoughts he heard the distant roal
of an engine, and presently coulo
just make out the shape Of plane
i. faint against the stars.
X hailed a belated taxi.
|
Gun was awakened at an early
hour by a beam of bright, warn
sunshine on his face. t felt good
and he heaved long sigh, yawned
and stretched luxuriously. But II
the middle of 1t he remembered
where he was, and the stretch col
lapsed rather ANONYMOUSLY.
He sat up and locke around
the room. Noticed again what III
had already seen last night-that
while they were eating, their fyfns
kits and the service revolvers haC
been quietly removed.
But Gun still ha his inseparabl'
companions-a small, fat poke
torch. and a .3S automatic, There
was some comfort In that-espe
cially in the latter.
He reached out for cigaret anC
lighter, and pulled luxuriously, try
ing TO think of safe place to hid'
his treasures in case they wer,
"frisked." Decided that was hardl,
likely to happen so long as thei
captors did not realize that the,
were there by their own intent. ant
not owing to their captors' Gun
ming. So far they seemed to hav'
no suspicion of this.
Gun finished his cigaret, ther
got up and dressed-having no pa
jamas, he had slept naked.
Then he lit another cigaret, anC
went quietly into the sitting room
There was no one about, and HI
presumed that Sambo was still
asleep in his annex"
Gun opened the door. withou
noise. and stepped out into tn
sunlight. His watch registere'
seven-thlrty. but the sun was al
ready hot. The garden, which sur
rounded the bungalow. was wei
laid out, and was about a half-acr
in extent. II was surrounded in it
turn by the wire fence Gun ha'
noticed the previous night Thi
was composed Of stout, narrow
meshed wire netting, with barbe'
wire strung through it at interval
in such a way that II was obvious
ly unclimbable. and was about i
feet in height
They don't mean for us to ge
out Of this bird cage, that's a Ger
tainty." was Guns inward com