"No, not funny, sir," Dave replied instantly. Then with a flash side glance at Freddy's intent and grave face, he went on, "I agree with you that it's best to wait until the time is right for final instructions. Besides snoring something terrible, Farmer, here, often talks in his sleep."
It was just the thing needed to ease the mounting tension. Major Barber burst into gales of laughter, and Freddy Farmer practically shot straight up out of his seat, and turned all the colors of the rainbow. Dave put out a protective hand.
"Take it easy, pal!" he cried. "I've got a witness to anything you do. Better wait until we're alone."
The red remained in Freddy's cheeks, but he made no move toward Dave. He simply regarded him with scorn, rather like something the cat had dragged in. Then he looked at Major Barber.
"Your two test men gave you a complete report on tonight's little affair, sir?" he asked. "They told you everything?"
The senior officer blinked, and stared at Freddy as though trying to find out what was behind the words.
"Why, yes, I believe so," he said. "But was there something they left out?"
Freddy looked at Dave with friendly pity in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Dave," he said quietly. "I know I promised, but—well, that last remark from you deserves the punishment of the truth. Sorry, and all that. But you asked for it, old man."
"Say, what is this?" Major Barber demanded, leaning forward. "What truth about Dawson?"