"What?" he demanded. "What's the matter?" "The Colonel," Dave said with an effort. "I mean--I sure hope nothing's happened to him." Freddy Farmer considered that for a moment, then shrugged and carried the egg the rest of the way to his mouth. "Not likely, I think," he finally said. "Probably got those two chaps to talk. Maybe it's made a difference. I mean, maybe he's decided to call off this Indian show. Wouldn't mind that at all. They might post us here at this field. Wonderful food, you know." "It certainly _sounds_ good!" Dave cracked. Then, glancing out the window again: "I sure hope they don't call off the show. That Indian looks pretty nice to me out there. I could go for a trip on her. Besides, I'm itching to take a whack or six at those dirty Japs. I think I hate them worse than the Nazis, Freddy." "Me, too, if that's possible," the English youth replied. "But I was really talking just to hear myself. I'd like a trip on the Indian, too. She's the latest of her class, and should have everything. Also, according to the Colonel, she's steaming out to do battle. I could fancy a little combat work. Doesn't pay to get rusty. My, but that meal was good!" "What a man!" Dave sighed at the window. "On an empty stomach he's not worth a dime. Fill him up and he's a one man air force, and raring to go. He's--" Dave stopped short and wheeled quickly as the door opened and Colonel Welsh came inside. The man's face was grim, and there was the look of angry defeat in his eyes. "Sorry I took so long, fellows," he said, and dropped into a chair. "I had to check up on a few things, and get a few things underway. Took longer than I figured." "Those rats told the truth, eh?" Dave grunted. "They still don't know a thing about the Indian?" The Colonel shook his head and clenched his two fists in a helpless gesture. "Not a thing!" he got out savagely. "But they seem to be the only two who don't." "What do you mean by that, sir?" Freddy asked. "Well, I don't mean it exactly the way I put it," the Colonel said with a shake of his head. "But it seems the entire Axis organization in this country has found out that their agent aboard the Indian has stolen the battle plans of the carrier, and that I was to put four men aboard to try and trap him and nail him to the mast. Those two agents of mine, and you two." "Your two agents got aboard last night, sir?" Dave prompted as the senior officer stopped talking abruptly. "No," was the bitter reply. "They were shot and killed as they stepped into the waiting tender at the Navy pier." "Shot?" Dave gasped. "Gee! That was tough. I hope the killers were caught."