human
Leaving for England tonight? Freddy Farmer echoed breathlessly.
gpt
I say! That's wonderful! Positively marvelous!
human
Figured it might please you, Farmer, Major Barber said with a smile.
gpt
Yes, all _three_ of us are leaving for England tonight. You'll have me for company, if you can stand it, as far as Botwood, in Newfoundland. An Army bomber is waiting at Mitchel Field for us right now. At Botwood, though, we'll part company. At Botwood you two will get further orders.
human
I don't want you two to be too much in the dark, he said slowly,
gpt
Well, that clears up everything, sir, Dave said with a grin.
human
Now we know what this is _all_ about.
gpt
Stop fishing, Dawson, Major Barber chuckled at him.
human
It won't do you the least bit of good. Not that I don't trust you two as much as I'd trust my own father and mother. But that's not the point. As we all know, the fewer who know about a surprise, the more of a surprise it is. And I definitely want this little business to _be_ a surprise to Hitler and his bunch of cutthroats. So until the time is ripe, nobody is being told a thing about anything.
gpt
Something strike you funny, Dawson?
human
No, not funny, sir, Dave replied instantly. Then with a flash side glance at Freddy's intent and grave face, he went on,
gpt
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.