"Quite!" Freddy Farmer murmured. "Makes a chap feel like he's only been playing at soldiers. But—"
"But what?" Dave grunted. And then as he saw the glint in Freddy Farmer's eyes he wished he had bitten off his tongue, instead.
"But I'll be in safe company," the English youth shot at him. "Oh, quite! With two gallant soldiers that all Russia must admire!"
Dave's eyes flashed fire, and he started up out of his chair. But he dropped quickly back as he heard the footsteps of Senior Lieutenant Nasha Petrovski returning to the room.
"Remember it always, you bum!" he whispered to Freddy. "That a girl once saved your life, by coming through that door over there!"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Success or Suicide?
Senior Lieutenant Petrovski reached across from the co-pilot's seat to touch Dawson's arm, and then point a finger.
"That black smudge ahead, and to the left, Captain!" she called out. "That is Urbakh. There is a good broad field on the west side."