"One hour, and off we go again! How much sleep can a fellow catch in an hour, I'd like to know?"
"About sixty minutes' worth," Freddy Farmer murmured. "Frankly, I prefer to spend that time eating. Let's go hunt up the Officers' Mess."
Dawson started to speak, thought better of it, and dropped into step with Freddy. One hour, huh? And then what? But he was much too tired and hungry to bother guessing up some answers. What would happen, would happen. And, after all, what was one more hour in this mysterious business?
What was one more hour? The gods of war on high could have told him. They could have told him it was just one more hour in which the Grim Reaper could steal closer and make ready to strike a blow that would stun the entire civilized world!
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Goering's Snoopers
"Anything else I can get you, sir?"
Dawson glanced up at the mess orderly standing by the table, shook his head, and smiled.