"The one thing that doesn't seem to make sense," Dawson murmured after another moment or two of silence. "That gun ... and it certainly was a gun, wouldn't you say?"
"Definitely," Freddy assured him. "Looked like a long-barreled automatic to me. But it was definitely a gun of some sort. Well, what about it?"
"What's a civilian doing with a gun?" Dawson asked. "Particularly in these parts. This is a military zone, Freddy."
"Perhaps it's the soldier's, and he let him look at it," young Farmer offered.
Dawson just shrugged at that, and said nothing. He raised his eyes and stared at the shack into which the two figures had disappeared, and then presently he turned and looked questioningly at Freddy Farmer.
"Well?" he said.
"Well, what?" the English-born air ace replied innocently.
"You know exactly what I mean!" Dawson snapped. "Do we take a look to make sure, or do we just skip the whole thing, and start back to the base?"
"What do you think?" Freddy instantly countered with a question of his own. "Shall we, or shan't we?"
Dawson hesitated a moment, and then pointed at Freddy's shoes and socks.