Stretching his arms lazily over his head, Dave Dawson drew in a deep breath, and then let it out in a long drawn out sigh of complete contentment.
"Some night, hey, Freddy?" he grunted. "Boy, this is sure a swell spot, war or no war. Me for this place in my old age, and no fooling. After I make my million in civilian life, of course. How about you, little man?"
There was no answer. He turned, and opened his mouth to repeat his words, but shut it tight. For a full five seconds he gaped blank-eyed at the spot where Freddy Farmer had stood by his side. But Freddy wasn't there any more. He was gone; completely vanished as though the ground had swallowed him up.
"Hey, Freddy?" he yelled. "Where the heck are you?"
Silence echoed his words, and then suddenly there came the strangled cry from out of the darkness off to his left.
"Dave! Help! Come quick! Dave—Dave!"
The last died out in a gurgling moan that made Dawson's heart stand still, and the blood