The major general looked at him gravely, and nodded.
"Yes," he said. "Just ten minutes before your plane landed I received code word from Washington that the President and his party are already on the way to Casablanca!"
"Good gosh!" Dawson gasped before he could check himself. "Only thirty-six hours and then Goering's snooping suicides can do their stuff? Or try to do it? But—"
Dawson suddenly checked himself and looked at Freddy Farmer. For a long moment their eyes met, and then they nodded impulsively. Dawson turned to Major General Hawker.
"With your permission, sir," he said quietly, "Farmer and I would like to locate that base and radio its position so that our bombers could go over and wipe it out."
As Dawson finished speaking, silence settled over the room. Colonel Welsh broke it as he addressed his words to Major General Hawker.
"Just what I told you, sir," he said. "And by God, they'll find it, too—Bless them both!"