CHAPTER XIII
SNAKE CHARMER
“It would really be a shame to pass right through India without seeingany of it,” Judy said as they slid smoothly over a paved street.
“Yes, I suppose so,” Mary agreed. “But business is business. We haven’tmuch time. I must always be in touch with Sparky.”
“We’ll arrange it that way,” Judy promised. “We’ll not be away from thephone more than an hour at any time.”
“That will be swell. You see, we have part of a ship load of quinine.”
“Quinine!” Judy exclaimed.
“It’s for Burma.”
“Oh! You are a public benefactor! What a wonderful privilege, to flyhalf way round the world to bring health back to hundreds of our boys!”
“It has its drawbacks,” Mary spoke slowly.
“How do you mean?”
“Let me tell you later. Just now I’d like to sit back and enjoy thesights.”
“Do that. I’ll say never a word.”
For a full half hour after that they wound in and out, from onegorgeous scene to another in a world’s paradise. Beautiful residencesset back among tropical trees, little gardens where oranges and lemonsclung to branches like spheres of gold, narrow arched bridges overwhich they glided—all these delighted Mary’s eyes.
The people were strange. Some were faultlessly dressed Europeans, somedark-robed Mohammedans, and some the slender, olive-complexionedHindus. But all, even the children, seemed bright, well-fed, and gay.
“Why this is a golden paradise!” Mary exclaimed. “I never dreamed thatIndia could be like this!”
“It can’t,” said Judy. “Not all of it. In America there are two sidesof the railroad track. In India there are the two sides to the river.This is the bright side. I’ll show you the other side after tea. Youneed to see that at dusk.
“We’ll have to be getting back,” said Judy. “There may be a phone callfrom that man Sparky. It must be great traveling with a man likeSparky.”
“Oh, it is!”
“You must have lots of fun together.”
“We do, on the job.”
“And the rest of the time?”
“The rest of the time he’s too busy taking care of his engines.”
“So he sends you off alone to have all the fun,” Judy laughed. “Butwhen you’ve reached the journey’s end—”
“Will we have fun!” Mary grinned.
“Well, here we are,” Judy swung the car into a drive before a statelybrick building. “This is the school. Classes are over and all theteachers are waiting to have tea with you.”
They walked up the broad path that lay between two rows of statelypalms. Judy led Mary to her own room, that she might wash and brush up,then hurried away to ask about a phone call.
“No call yet,” she said, as she returned.
“Listen!” Mary held up a hand. From the sky came a thunder of sound.
“Big planes, a lot of them! Come on!” Seizing Judy’s hand, Mary draggedher outside.
There, looking up, they saw a large formation of heavy bombers. All butbreathless, Mary began to count. “Thirty-six, thirty-seven,thirty-eight,” she ended. “Judy! That’s the flight Sparky and I startedout with. We’re going to have company over the mountains!”
“And you’re going to need it,” Judy said soberly.
Had Mary consulted her own wishes, she would have hurried away to theairport, but courtesy decreed that she remain at Judy’s tea, so Judy’stea it was, and not so bad after all.
There were twenty-three teachers in the group waiting to welcome Maryon the large, cool porch of the teachers’ home. Some had gray hair andsome, like Judy, were young. One and all they were eager to know moreabout the war and the lands they had left behind.
When tea had been served and they had chatted informally for a shorttime, they led Mary to a large, easy chair, and bolstered her up withcushions.
“Now,” said the dean, “you are our queen. We each and every one of usdemand an audience.”
“A queen for an hour,” Mary laughed. “What is it you wish to know andwhat is your supplication?”
“Tell me,” said a girl with glorious red hair, “I have done someflying, oh! quite a bit. How may I become a WAF and go flying aroundthe world?”
“You probably can’t,” was the disturbing reply. “I, it seems, am aperson of special privilege or, perhaps you might say, with a darkcurse upon my head. At least, until now, I am the only member of ourband who has turned into a world traveler.
“But if you are extremely serious—,” she added.
“Oh! I am!”
“Yes, I also,” came from another corner.
“And I,” came again.
“In that case,” said Mary, “all you have to do is to get back toAmerica.”
“Very simple!”
“Just a little hop.”
“Yes,” Mary agreed, “but whether I will make it, or how, I don’t reallyknow.”
“When you are in America,” she went on, “make sure you have fivehundred hours of flying to your credit, then step right in. There arerather rigid examinations. After that you go through four weeks oftireless basic training, learning how to be a soldier and all that.”
“And then you get your wings?” the red head suggested.
“You might call it that. After that you fly and fly and fly, deliveringall manner of planes to all sorts of places all over U.S.A.
“And then,” Mary drew a long breath, “if you’ve been a good girl and ifthe gods are kind, you get a trip round the world, practically free.”
“Tell us about this marvelous trip,” another girl said.
Mary allowed herself a fleeting thought of all the grand boys of thebombing flight waiting at the airport, then launched herself into thebright, hilarious, sober, breath-taking story of her journey. Thecrackup in the Brazilian jungle, the beachcomber of Brazil, the Japspy, the Woman in Black, the battle over the desert with Burt Ramsey ashero, the missing traveling bag of Persia were all there.
“Oh! That’s how it is!” the red head gasped when Mary had finished.
“No,” Mary laughed. “That’s how it was. Once we have delivered ourplane and cargo, I suspect that we shall drift back to America onflowery beds of ease and with never an adventure.”
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