for an hour, with the brown natives bending their stout backs to send the canoes shooting forward, they glided along through the mist. it was not raining hard—only a fine spray coming down. they were soaked to the skin, but no one minded that for the air was warm.

jack really enjoyed it. for a time at least they were free from danger. the war seemed unreal and far away. it was as if they had left it behind forever, and he almost wished he had!

he thought of the folks at home, of his father working harder than ever because there was a war, of his mother doing her own work, helping the red cross and selling bonds in a booth on saturdays. it was all very strange how a war started by a few very stupid men could change the lives of more than half the people in the world—strange and terrible.

“look!” mary exclaimed suddenly. “a star!”

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“where?” jack looked up.

“not up. over there!” she pointed.

“you wouldn’t see a star through the mist in the daytime. you must be dreaming,” jack protested.

“but look! look closely! it’s rather faint, but quite real. a white star!” she was leaning forward, straining her eyes as if looking for a vision.

“yes,” he agreed at last. “i see it.”

“star of hope,” she murmured. “if you’d lived on that island for two years as i have, you’d know what that means.”

“two years! you haven’t been there that long! it’s impossible!” he stared at her in unbelief.

“is it?” she laughed. “in this war anything is possible. listen!” her face tensed with memories. “i was on corregidor when we surrendered to those terrible japs.”

“corregidor?” jack gasped. “corregidor in the philippines? say!” his voice dropped. “that’s where the black bee, our carrier, is headed for next.”

“corregidor!” it was her turn to stare.

“well, not corregidor just yet, but the philippines—mindanao, to be exact.”

“oh! take me with you!” she exclaimed softly.

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“we’re not on board ship yet,” he smiled. “we’re just hoping. but say!” he exclaimed. “how’d you ever get way over here? tell me about it, will you?”

“yes, sure i will.” she leaned forward. “i was a nurse, and just before the surrender i was told by a native that one of my best friends lay in a boathouse somewhere along the shore. he was a flier and had been badly wounded.

“i slipped away to find him.” she drew in a deep breath. “i found him and did what i could. he lived six hours.” she paused to gaze away at the sea.

“and in the meantime the fortress was surrendered?” jack suggested.

“yes.” she went on. “that same native came all the way to tell me. they were wonderful, those filipinos!” she paused again, to stare away at the white star that every moment grew closer.

“and then?” jack prompted.

“the native told me that my friend’s seaplane, all gassed and ready, lay hidden in a tiny bay among the mango trees. i went there. i could fly, not too well, but enough to keep going. i climbed in, started the motor, then flew away from all that terror.” she shuddered.

“i headed for america. of course,” she laughed, a sort of choking laugh, “i knew i couldn’t make it, not all the way, but i did want to be nearer home if i had to die. you know—”

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“yes,” jack whispered. he knew. every homesick american boy in all this vast pacific knew.

“i kept going,” she continued. “i don’t know how many hours i flew. then my gas ran low. the sun was bright. i dropped down low to discover a dark speck on a broad sea. it was a large native canoe. i landed close to them. it was my only chance.”

“they took me in and brought me here. there had been missionaries on the island, but they were gone. they liked me, those natives, because i could roast a pig just right and make fine cakes,” she laughed.

“because the japs might come at any time, the natives painted me up, dyed my hair, and made me the daughter of the chief. and now,” she drew in a long breath, “here i am.”

“yes, and look!” jack pointed. “there’s your lucky star. it’s on the side of ted’s plane. it’s going to bring luck to you after all.”

he had spoken the truth. the star that had shone through the fog was the white star on a blue circle that identifies american planes.

their boatmen gave a few more lusty strokes, and they were alongside.

and there, sitting on the fuselage grinning at them, was ted.

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“i start out to rescue you.” he laughed. “and now look! you come to rescue me and my plane!”

“is your plane badly damaged?” jack asked anxiously.

“not so far as i can see.” ted slid down into the canoe. “she’s got a few slugs in her. her tail needs a bit of trimming. three or four hours’ work should put her in shape.”

“then why didn’t you taxi in?” jack asked.

“taxi? move? make a noise? say!” ted laughed hoarsely. “if you’d been attacked by a flying freak as i was, you wouldn’t even dare to breathe!”

“the jet plane got you,” stew put in. “that’s what i thought.”

“the what plane?” ted stared.

“the jet plane,” jack grinned. “it’s pushed about by a jet of hot kerosene blown up into gas and mixed with air. we know all about it.”

“have you been flying it?” ted questioned. “perhaps that was you flying it today! well, if it was, i think i got your pal.”

“you’re not serious?” said jack.

“sure, i am. at least about that fellow falling out of the thing,” ted grinned. “i got in a burst of fire back there in a cloud. then when they came down to shoot me on the water, this jerry tumbled out. i sort of figured he’d been hit and had gone crazy, or something.”

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“that’s good news!” stew exclaimed. “there were two germans and three japs. now there’s only one german. we should be able to handle them. they—”

“jap—jappie!” a grizzled giant among the boatmen broke in excitedly. “you think jappie on our island?”

“sure, there are!” stew insisted. “three japs.”

“what you think, mary brown?” the old man turned to the girl. “jappie on our island? maybe this boy he lie. what you think?”

“he isn’t lying,” mary said in a steady voice. “three japs came on that plane last time.”

“why you not tell me? i go kill them!” there was an angry and puzzled look on the aged native’s face.

“that’s just it.” mary smiled soothingly at the old man. “you would have tried to kill them. they would have killed you. they have machine guns. you must not die, for you are my father.”

“by-um-by i kill ’em.” the old man settled back in his place. “they not kill me. you see.”

by this time ted was looking from one speaker to another and then back at jack.

“what’s all this?” he asked in a low tone.

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“well, first of all,” jack put a hand on mary’s shoulder, “let me introduce nurse mary brown. she’s a native of the south sea islands from ohio.”

“kentucky,” the girl corrected.

that called for a lot of explaining. jack was only half through when mary exclaimed:

“those beasts must have winged you!” she pointed to a splotch of blood on ted’s sleeve.

“only a flesh wound, really nothing.” he tried to toss it off. “i didn’t even feel it at the time. i’ve sort of got it fixed up.”

“that may be,” said mary, moving toward him. “but where i come from wounds don’t stay ‘sort of fixed up.’ that’s too dangerous.”

producing a small first-aid kit from beneath her native dress, she went to work.

“i’m going to get this war paint off as soon as i can,” she confided to ted as she worked. from the tone of her voice jack guessed that ted had made a hit.

“you look swell just as you are,” ted joked. “i doubt if i could stand seeing you all whitened up and dressed in a nurse’s uniform.”

“you’ll see me that way all right,” was her reply. “i’ve got my uniform safely hidden away beneath a palm.”

“huh!” jack thought. “one more perfectly good mystery all shot to pieces!”

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for all this, he realized that life at the battle front had not lost its interest. mystery and adventure still lay before him.

many questions remained to be answered. how had it happened that two men who seemed to be british left the island in the jet plane, and five—two germans and three japs—came back? were those first two men germans posing as britishers? could they be renegade britishers, traitors to their country? or were they loyal to their country, and had the jet plane been stolen from them?

one more thing jack wanted to know. who had manufactured that plane? in the scrapbook there had been articles in four languages, so it could easily have come from any of these lands. of one thing he was certain. give him a chance at it and he would fly that plane, first thing. and did he want to try it? oh man! did he!

“suppose it’s a german plane of a design unknown to the allies, what a scoop it would be if i could drop it down on the deck of the old black bee,” he thought. “even if it were an american-built plane, i would be performing a great service if i snatched it from the enemy before they had used it as a model.” yes, he must have that plane!

but first, he thought with a start, we’ve got to get ted and his plane ashore before this mist clears and that jet plane fellow is out after us.

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“how about getting this plane over to the island?” he demanded.

“all right. we got canoes. we pull ’em. no fly ’em,” said the chief. “you fly ’em pretty soon.”

“he got the idea,” ted agreed. “let’s go.”

lines were attached to the plane; then with a low chant the natives were paddling in perfect rhythm and drawing the plane silently toward the island.