Freddy jerked his head up in blank amazement. Tears were dangerously close to his eyes.
"Let you down, Dave?" he gasped. "But, Dave...!"
"Sure, let me down," Dave snapped at him. "I thought we were pals? I thought we were going to see this through together?"
"But, Dave, you...!"
"Me walk out and leave you behind?" Dave interrupted the English youth's speech. "Quit a pal just because I'm American and he's English? Not a chance. We're sticking together. You can't toss me off like that!"
"But I was only thinking of you, Dave," Freddy protested. "After all I really got you into this, you know."
Dave suddenly stopped acting hurt and angry. He bent down and grinned broadly.
"So what?" he whispered. "So I'll get you out. We've got until tomorrow morning to think things over. That's what he said. Well, we're not going to think things, we're going to do things. Are you game, Freddy?"
For an answer Freddy put out his hand, and the two clasped hands warmly. The color came back into the English youth's face, and that made Dave feel almost happy.
"Okay, Freddy," he whispered. "I saw something besides airplanes out the window awhile ago. Come over and I'll show you."