What's yer name ?" Hippy told her, adding that he had been a flying ace in the world war, which announcement he made pompously.
"Glad to meet ye, Lieutenant; but look smart that ye don't try any of yer flytricks on Joe Shafto.

Six o'clock, folks.

Remember!" was Joe's parting word as she strode swiftly from their camp, screwing up her face into a long-drawn wink as she passed Grace Harlowe.

In that wink Grace read what she had been searching for.

Joe Shafto was human and a humorist, crude, but with a keen mind and a love for banter that promised much enjoyment for the Overland Riders.
"I wonder who is the Henry that she mentioned ?" reflected Grace out loud.
"Perhaps Henry may be a tame goose.