After a steep climb they suddenly came to the sea again—sparkling several hundred feet below them.
Fenner said, “I guess this is it.”
Down the steep incline they could see a large wooden cabin, a long concrete jetty and six big motor-boats moored to rings set in the reinforced wall. Two lights gleamed through two windows of the cabin, and the door stood half open, sending a strip of light on the oily water.
They stood silently looking down. Fenner said, “Get the bombs out. Each of you take a couple. Scalfoni has the rest. We’ll attack the cabin first. When it looks safe enough tackle the boats. They’re all to be sunk.” .
Scalfoni opened the bag and took out two bombs. He handed them to Fenner. The bombs, were made of short sections of two-inch pipe. Fenner stood waiting until Scalfoni had given each man a couple of the stuffed pipes, then he said, “Schaife and I will look after the cabin. You, Scalfoni, get down to the boats. Alex, stay here and come down if we get into trouble.”
Scalfoni opened his shirt and piled bombs inside.
“You have a fall now, an’ you’ll certainly be in a mess,” Fenner said with a little grin.
Scalfoni nodded, “Yeah,” he said, “it makes me nervous to breathe.”
Fenner held the two bombs in his left hand and the Thompson in his right. “Okay,” he said, “let’s go.”
Moving slowly, Schaife and Fenner began to slide down the incline. Fenner said, “You go to the right and I’ll take the left. I don’t want any shootin’ unless it’s necessary.”