"The boys at the factory sent the Hawks out almost ready to fly. We'll be in London tonight," Stan said.
O'Malley's eyes were on the three Hawks which had been rolled out into the sunshine in front of the hangar.
"'Twill be swell flyin' a ship that hasn't been all daubed up and smeared with messy paint," he said.
"We'll fly them in without camouflage," Stan agreed.
Five minutes later O'Malley and Allison were helping with the Hawks. O'Malley was burning up to be off, but the fighters had to be carefully checked. As they worked Allison told Stan how they had been chased by three Messerschmitts.
"If you hadn't warned us, and if we hadn't decided to change our time of departure, we might have had plenty of trouble," Allison said.
Stan came around from behind one of the Hawks. "I might as well tell you the whole yarn while the boys are tuning up the motors," he said.
They sat on a bench in the sun while Stan told what had happened to him on his trip over. When he came to the part about making the Jerry talk, and name Garret, O'Malley leaped to his feet.
"Splinter me rudder!" he shouted. "I'm fer kitin' back this minnit. Wait till I get me hands on that spalpeen!"
"No use to go off half-cocked," Stan warned. "We need to catch Garret red-handed. I figure we'll get a few real spies along with him. But we won't be on schedule. Garret has a way of finding out what's going on in the O.C.'s office. He will tip off the Nazis and they'll be waiting to gang up on us."