human
Nice going, Freddy! Dave cried softly.
gpt
Just what the doctor ordered. Couldn't find a better hide-out than right down here. Now--
human
But, Dave, we've--
gpt
Pipe down! Dawson whispered.
human
Listen! We haven't a chance to reach that Dornier with all these birds tearing about. We'd be bound to stumble into them. These two chumps, their condition, would be a dead give-away. And--and, Freddy, the killing stuff is out, until there isn't a _single_ hope left.
gpt
Quite, Dave! Freddy whispered.
human
I was just talking for their benefit, inside there, you know. Not unless--
gpt
Okay, okay, we're decided on that point! Dave cut in.
human
Now, look! The way to that Dornier has got to be made clear. That yelling pack of wolves has got to be drawn off in the other direction. They've got to be made to think they've got a small sized war on their hands. I think I can arrange that part. You stick here, and see that these two don't let out a peep. If they so much as take a loud breath, crown them. I won't be gone more than ten minutes at the most. Then we'll carry them piggy back the rest of the way to the Dornier. But, hey! The Dornier! You _did_ fix it to be revved up?
gpt
No, my little Commando knife, Freddy replied.
human
I made that Jerry pilot stick his head out the door and yell to one of his mechanics out there to start up the Dornier's engines. He was too scared to do anything else. Then I pulled him inside, locked the door for good luck, and bashed him into sleep, along with the dispatch rider who had come popping through. But, Dave! You can't!--
gpt
I can, and will! Dave snapped angrily.
human
Look! It's my turn to have a hand in this party. You've done plenty, pal. I've just been playing the outfield with a no hit pitcher in the box. Nix! My turn, now. You stay put with these two. I'll be back in ten minutes, or less.
gpt
Give me ten minutes, Freddy, he whispered.
human
If I don't show up, I'll have at least dragged them off in the other direction. That'll be that much of a break for you. Then you'll have to lug these two one at a time over to the planes, and take care of the guards there. But you've got a gun, and know how to use it. One thing, though. I'd stuff these two in the rear pit of one of those Messerschmitt One-Tens, if I were you. You can kick those babies into life and get off quicker than you can in a Dornier. Quite an order to fill, pal. I hope you don't have to fill it, and that I'll be back. Luck, pal!