"I'm with you all the way, old thing," Freddy Farmer said quietly. "Of course you know that, what?" Dave grinned, reached out a hand and slapped the English youth on the back. "My pal, always!" he said, and meant it. "Well, that's what I mean, kid. Maybe we both wouldn't make it, but--doggone, it, Freddy! One of us has just got to make it. The way those planes are parked up there we could get off before they knew what the heck was going on! Am I right, or am I right?" "Don't bother asking me," Freddy replied, "because I'm all for the idea. But there's one thing I think we'd better check, Dave, just in case we don't make it together." "Shoot, pal," Dawson said instantly. "What's on your mind?" "The approximate location of Admiral Jackson's force," the English youth replied at once. "I think we'd better agree where it is, or at least where we think it is. You see what I mean?" Dawson nodded, and started to speak, but at that moment he experienced a crazy, daffy feeling. He felt as though there were a third person in the room, and as if that third person were listening to everything that was said, and--and chuckling up his sleeve. "I don't think we have to worry about that, kid," Dawson replied. "I think we both know just about where Admiral Jackson's force should be. The big idea is, can we grab a plane and scram away from this tub? In other words, are you game, Freddy?" The English youth didn't reply at once. He just stared at Dawson, and smouldering fires glowed in his eyes. "And to use a thoroughly Yank expression," he eventually said, tight-lipped, "what do you think, eh?" Dave grinned, and nodded happily. "Okay, kid," he said, "I was only asking. Well--what are we waiting for, huh?" The English-born air ace seemed to hesitate a brief moment, and then he smiled and nodded. "I'll bite," he said. "Just what are we waiting for? Go ahead, old thing. Anything is better than this, what?" Dawson hesitated, and shot Freddy a keen look, as though he was trying to check up and make sure that his pal was definitely in favor of the plan. Then he nodded silently, turned and walked over to the cabin door with one fist raised to pound against it. But, miracle of miracles, before his knuckles had so much as touched the cabin door, he heard the key grate in the lock, and the door opened in his face to reveal the huge Jap officer who had conducted them to Sasebo's quarters that other time. Eyes popping, and mouth hanging open, Dawson stared at the huge Jap. The son of Nippon smiled, nodded, and made a faint gesture with one hand. "Come with me," he said. "Honorable Admiral desires to talk with you again. Come please." For a moment Dawson could hardly believe his eyes and ears. He gaped at the Jap and then looked at Freddy Farmer. A look of astonished disbelief was stamped on the English youth's face. Dawson looked back at the big Jap, and nodded. "Okay," he said. "Lead the way. It so happens that we want to see the Admiral, too."