CHAPTER ELEVEN
Give and Take
"Well, my little fool friends! You don't seem to realize that I have saved your useless lives, do you? Well, I have, and you should be very grateful and thankful. None of your swine comrades would have come into these waters to pick you up."
The Nazi had stared so long, and been silent for so long, that the sudden explosion of his voice made both youths start a little. Dawson quickly got control of himself, and shrugged.
"We're very glad to be rescued," he said in a flat voice. "But in another couple of days the fleet would have been back from up north, and we'd probably have been sighted."
The Nazi arched his eyebrows and looked politely impressed. That is, save for his eyes. In their depths flickered pin points of polished steel.
"From up north, eh?" he murmured. "All the five carriers are returning in two days, yes?"
"That was the plan of operation, and—" Dave said, and then stopped himself, and bit his lip.