[CHAPTER SEVEN]
Uncle Sam Steps In
The long ride back to the War Office Building was made more or less in silence. And when Colonel Fraser ordered Lieutenant Faintor to put the car away, and led Dawson and Freddy Farmer up to his huge office, he simply waved them to comfortable chairs and promptly disappeared into an adjoining office.
Dawson looked at his own uniform and then at Freddy's.
"Boy, I hope he's gone to call a tailor!" he said. "Come the light of day and we'll be picked up by the first M.P. who spots us."
"Frankly, I hope he's gone to get us something to eat," Freddy replied. "I'm absolutely famished."
"You always are!" Dawson grunted. "Even at the time you're just paying the check. But that reminds me, Freddy. Remember the funny hunch I had at dinner tonight? Maybe the old feeling wasn't so far off at that, eh? Me, I must be psychic, huh?"
"Perhaps!" Freddy snapped. "But you're also a whole lot of other things that we won't bother to mention here."
"I'll ignore that crack, and simply take it from whence it comes," Dawson said loftily. "But would you like to make a bet, my little man?"
"A bet about what?"