"And, now, shall we start our little talk?" he asked after a moment or so.
"Shoot," Dave said and folded his arms on his chest.
"Oh, quite!" Freddy murmured and did the same thing.
General von Peiplow chuckled softly and nodded his head.
"Brave men, both of you," he said. "I admire bravery and great courage, even in my enemies. At times, though, bravery can be utter stupidity. This, I am afraid, is one of those times. Do you want to be brave, or stupid?"
"I want to play around with one of those gliders," Freddy said, and let his gaze roam over the assortment of electrical gadgets. "Do you mind, General?"
"I'm afraid I do," the German replied with a smile. "But I see what you mean. You have sharp eyes, and a great interest in technical things, eh?"
"Some," Freddy replied easily as Dave wondered what in heck the two were talking about. "I'd say, though, that we're considerably more advanced than you Jerries. For one thing, we don't have to use auxiliary engines, at all."
"That is a lie!" General von Peiplow shouted in a loud voice. "I know all that you're doing along that line. Donder! You Englanders have hardly begun research work in that field."
"Have it your way, if you like," Freddy said with a nonchalant shrug. "Perhaps what I saw them doing at Bristol was simply a mirage, a dream."