human
That cooks it! he spoke aloud.
gpt
That shouting means they've come across your Nazi, I think, Freddy. They know now that somebody's around who shouldn't be.
human
No doubt about it! the English youth agreed bitterly.
gpt
And it means that we'd better be getting going again. But, good grief, where? They'll be crawling all over the place, now that they know something is definitely wrong. Oh, blast it, what a fine mess we've made of things! I almost wish my parachute hadn't opened. And to lose a perfectly good Spitfire just for this! Enough to make a chap weep!
human
Cut it out, Freddy, old sock! he growled.
gpt
None of that kind of talk from you. Not like you at all. We're not licked, kid, until Saint Peter swings wide the Pearly Gates and invites us in. Get that old chin up, pal!
human
It's up high enough, I fancy! Freddy muttered. But with a heavy sigh, he added,
gpt
But it still makes me want to break down and weep. Should have brought that sub-machine gun along after all. We could at least take some of the beggars along with us.
human
Nuts to the patrolling Nazis! Dave snapped.
gpt
We'll let them hunt for us until they're blue in the face. We've got things to do.
human
You haven't gone a little balmy, have you? he demanded.
gpt
What have we _got_ to do, now? Jones is dead. He was to be our big link with the rest of the business. What have we got to do now, save keep clear of those searching for us as long as we can? And it probably won't be any too long, at that!
human
Boy, oh boy, are you sunk! Dave said with a harsh chuckle.
gpt
Your Nazi must have clouted you one on the head that I didn't see. Sure we're getting out of here. In fact, pal, you and I are going to a spot where those shouting bums over yonder wouldn't even think of looking for us, see?
human
No, I don't see, Freddy replied.
gpt
Just what are you driving at, anyway?
human
The middle of the enemy's camp, of course! Dave threw at him.
gpt
Sneeze away those brain cobwebs, pal. The H.Q. of von Staube and von Gault, naturally! Aren't they the two birds we came over here to collect, huh?
human
Good grief! the English-born air ace choked out.
gpt
The H.Q. for von Staube and von Gault, did you say?
human
You heard me! Dave said firmly.
gpt
Look, Freddy. Figure it out. Jones is gone. We're on our own now. So what are we going to do? Let these darned Nazis chase us around Occupied France all night? Or head straight for von Staube and von Gault, and--well, trust to luck that we'll get a break somehow? Me, I'm for direct action, even if it does seem hopeless. Darned if I'm going to stumble around in this darkness a couple of steps ahead of a bunch of Nazis. Jones is gone. So that puts it squarely up to us. I say, let's give it a whirl. Heck, Freddy! That's the only thing we _can_ do! Right?
human
Of course you're right, Dave, Freddy said quietly.
gpt
Sorry I acted such a fool just now. No doubt we're mad to think we can accomplish anything. But--well, as you say, let's give it a whirl.
human
Atta boy! Dave murmured, and squeezed Freddy's arm.
gpt
But for cat's sake, let's first get this cork black off our faces and hands. It won't help us now. And when I think of that Nazi snapping that light in my face--Boy! I died a thousand deaths in that split second. That's enough for one night. We play strictly Jerry officers from now on. And Jerry officers don't go wandering around with cork black all over them. So let's get it off.