Dave Dawson At Truk

"[...]slipping way off the beam not to have figured that out for myself. But I wonder how long?" "When the Allied High Command is darned good and ready, and not a minute before," Dawson replied. "Meanwhile we stick here ... and like it!" "Maybe you can like it, but I don't," young Farmer growled, and glared at the window glass. "This blasted rain!" Dave snapped his book closed, and tossed it on a nearby table. "Check!" he grunted. "It seems to be letting up a little, though, so let's do something about it. A little of it may do us some good. Let's take a walk out by those orange groves. They looked pretty interesting from the air. How about it, huh?" "Right-o," Freddy Farmer sighed, and got to his feet. "Anything's better[...]".