"And so that's how it was, sir," he said. "We were lucky as all get out. But von Peiplow, that Colonel Ox Face Comstadt, the hired help, and all that glider and radio stuff, just isn't around any more. I've got a hunch that Hitler will kind of give that glider idea up as a flop. You got anything to add, Freddy?"
"Not a thing," the English youth said through a mouthful of food. Then turning to the Squadron Leader, "But don't believe all that rot about what I did, sir. It isn't true. Phew! The way Dawson talks you'd think he was just along for the ride. Just twist all that praise around to him, and you'll be closer to the truth."
Markham smiled, sighed, and gave a little shake of his head.
"What you two will be doing next!" he grunted. "I don't dare even guess."
"Well, please count me out," Flight Lieutenant Barker broke in with a laugh. "I was the one who really just went along for the ride. I could just as well have stayed home."
"No, I don't think so," Dave said with a grin. "I'm sure that the fact that you did escape stopped von Peiplow from jumping on us before we had a chance to get away. Yes. I think you were really his big worry, Barker. And he held off on us until he could think things over. And his taking that time out was our lucky break."
"Well, maybe," Barker said with a shrug. "Just the same, I'm serving notice, old bean. I don't want to be picked for another one ofthoseshows."
"Quite!" Freddy Farmer chimed in. "Don't ask me either. I fancy this one will last me until long after the war's over."
Dave snorted and dumped some sugar in his tea.
"What do you mean, askyou fellows?" he grunted, then grinned. "I hope to kiss a pig I'm not even going to askmyself!"
THE END
[1]Dave Dawson at Dunkirk.
[1]Dave Dawson at Dunkirk.
[2]Dave Dawson on Convoy Patrol.
[2]Dave Dawson on Convoy Patrol.