"That," he said. "If it gets too big to fit into a Spitfire, where else can it go but into a bomber, huh?"
Freddy Farmer made gurgling sounds in his throat, and lunged. But Dave slipped away from his grasp and dashed for the mess lounge.
[CHAPTER FIVE]
Nazi Intrigue
With a helpful snack of food safely tucked away, Dave and Freddy were in the mess lounge thumbing through some magazines and papers when the squadron office orderly found them.
"The C.O. wants to see you two officers at once," he said.
"You wouldn't have any idea, eh, Sergeant?" Dave asked and gave him a searching look.
"Did he look mad, or anything like that, when he sent you after us?" Freddy Farmer wanted to know.
The Sergeant grinned and shook his head.
"I don't think so, sir," he said. Then gravely, "Fact is, sir, he struck me as looking a bit worried, if you know what I mean. Like as if something had upset him. But, no, he didn't look mad."