"Boy! Do I feel like a new man!" Dave said, and let out a happy sigh. "I sure was worried while that call was being put through. Not that I don't like Dago, you understand. It's a swell town, but right now I could do with some of the war."
"Me, too," Freddy said with a chuckle. "To tell the truth I was on pins and needles, too. But everything is all right now. The carrier force sailed with every fighter pilot aboard, so we're to carry on according to plan."
"Check, and double check," Dave echoed, and started up the steps of the Operations Office. "Pearl Harbor, here we come! I hope they give us a good crate to fly. What do you want, Freddy, a Fortress or a Liberator?"
"Either one will suit me," the English-born air ace replied. "Both are pukka airplanes. I ..."
Young Farmer stopped short as a field orderly came running up.
"Captains Dawson and Farmer?" he panted when he reached them.
"I'm Dawson," Dave said with a nod. "What's the matter, Sergeant?"
"The Naval Air Base at San Diego just called back," the non-com said. "Vice Admiral Carter wants to speak with either one of you officers."
Dave scowled, and then looked wide-eyed at Freddy.
"What do you suppose now?" he murmured.