Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1941-06-20

hob-nailed boots OF Hltler'S leglonS,
her country would fight on, sure of
being in the right, equally certain of
victory. 1t might be long war.
1t did not matter. She knew that the
United Kingdoms wind was good and
that her country was training for a
long hard race, which it was sure to
win.
The familiar drone of motors came
to her ears and broke in on this train
of thought. There was a factory
town ahead, likely target for bomb
ers, and she stopped the car under
tree. But they moved off in an
other direction and she continued on
her way.
Not long after she had dropped her
civilian patient at Windsor, and was
again on the highroad, Wendy heard
more planes. BY putting her head out
side of the car she could see them,
formation of fifty, she estimated
roughly, flying towards London. They
were coming directly over her, but
she decided not to stop. They would
not waste bombs on single ambu-
lance, even if they could see it from
that height. She was sure they were
Nazis from the formation of the
flight, and the altitude. British
bombers, returning from a raid,
would be flying much lower. She was
becoming quite an expert on the sub
ject, and her ear was growing accus-
toned to the different motor sounds,
so that now she could often distin-
guish between friend and enemy.
Suddenly plane detached itself from
the formation and came towards the
road in power dive. 1t was a small
plane, a Messerschmitt she knew, and
dove with terrific speed and whin-
ing motor.
The country here was open and
there were no trees under which she
could hide the car, so she pressed
the accelerator to the floor, frightened
her grip on the steering wheel and
prayed for the best. The plane whip
ped up and down the road twice,
spraying machine-gun bullets at ran
dom, then climbed again to join its
formation. The stunt had been spec
tacular, nothing else. A bit of Ger
man theatre, and rather pointless.
Wendy could see several other cars
and military worries which, like her
self, continued to roll along without
stopping.
The sight of this pursuit plane, div
ing then climbing again, brought back
to the girl the memory of David
Hutchinson. How he would laugh if
he could see her now, she thought, so
filthy and tired and dishevelled. When
they had met-could it be only yester-
day? It seemed like weeks ago-she
had been so fresh and clean, just out
of a hot bath. Would he recognize
her? Probably not. Perhaps he had
forgotten her already. She hoped he
hadn't. Somehow or other Wendy
felt his presence even more strongly
than ever. He seemed so near her,
even as though he might be sitting
on the seat at her side, and yet she
was sure that he must be far away,
out over the Channel, or flying with
an Raj. bombing squadron as pro-
lection on some distant raid over the
German-held ports of France, Hol-
land, Belgium, perhaps Germany it
self. She wondered if Philip would
receive her letter, and if so when 1t
would be possible to arrange Davld's
visit to the Downs.
And so, deep in her own thoughts,
Wendy did not notice how quickly
the miles sped by, and before she
realized it she wa stopping the am
bulance in front of the familiar hos
pital where her mother, Lady Har-
rowsdale, ruled quietly and efficient
ly.
Still Wendy preferred not to be
seen by her passengers and remained
carefully hidden in her seat, waiting
for the orderlies to discharge the pa
tients. Four of them came out and
on her instructions, opened the back
of the car to begin drawing out the
stretchers one by one.
81 can walk" she heard male
voice say as the first stretcher crunch
ed on the gravel road. "Give me a
hand to get on my feet. Pm tired of
lying down, and besides want to
thank the driver for speedy drive
He ought to join the Air Arm. Give
me a lift. Thanks!"
At the first sound of the voice
Wendy was paralyzed, felt that she
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