"Okay, Skipper. You're right and I'm wrong, as you usually are. I'll
warn him. Only--" I hesitated, and the Old Man halted with one hand on
the doorknob, looked back at me impatiently.
"Only what?"
"Only--if it's supposed to be a deep, dark secret, wouldn't it be
unethical for _me_ to tell him, too?"
"Don't," snorted Hanson, "be a donkey, Sparks! Whoever heard of a
radioman with a sense of honor? Get word to him. An' make it snappy,
too. He comes on in half an hour, an' I don't want he should pull any
boners in front of Cooper. G'bye, now!"
The door slammed behind him.
* * * * *
So pretty soon there was a commotion in the rampway like a trained seal
stumbling around on hob-nailed stilts, a rap sounded on my door, and I
said, "Come on in, Mr. Biggs!" And sure enough, it was him.