Five minutes later O’Malley and Allison were helping with the Hawks. O’Malley was burning up to be off, but the fighters had to be carefully checked. As they worked Allison told Stan how they had been chased by three Messerschmitts.
“If you hadn’t warned us, and if we hadn’t decided to change our time of departure, we might have had plenty of trouble,” Allison said.
Stan came around from behind one of the Hawks. “I might as well tell you the whole yarn while the boys are tuning up the motors,” he said.
They sat on a bench in the sun while Stan told what had happened to him on his trip over. When he came to the part about making the Jerry talk, and name Garret, O’Malley leaped to his feet.
“Splinter me rudder!” he shouted. “I’m fer kitin’ back this minnit. Wait till I get me hands on that spalpeen!”
“No use to go off half-cocked,” Stan warned. “We need to catch Garret red-handed. I figure we’ll get a few real spies along with him. But we won’t be on schedule. Garret has a way of finding out what’s going on in the O.C.’s office. He will tip off the Nazis and they’ll be waiting to gang up on us.”
“Sure, an’ that’s just what we want,” O’Malley broke in. “They gang up an’ we spatter the smithereens out of them.”
Stan shook his head, but he had to laugh, O’Malley looked so wild. “We’ll be doing much better service trapping Garret and his rats.”
“Stan is right, old fellow,” Allison said grimly.
“I want to know what you fellows think of our handling this just among ourselves? We can keep Garret from sidetracking Moon Flight when a raid comes over. And we can round up the snakes he’s working with at the same time.”