At one side, Weller muttered, “I should ’a’ known better. I should ’a’ known better.”
The captain scribbled out a receipt for Streukoff and signed it. He then registered his feelings by banging weights down on all the papers on his desk.
“I never even missed him,” he said through closed lips.
The telephone jangled, and André saw Weller turn to Captain Dobie excitedly.
“It’s the colonel,” Weller shouted. “We’re movin’ this command post up to the other side of Ste. Mère! The 9th division is almost set to help us on a big push.”
Weller turned his eyes slowly on André.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Battle for St. Sauveur
THE idea of Captain Dobie’s staff going away came as a shock to André.
“B-but—” he stammered.
Captain Dobie and Weller consulted maps and papers. At last, the captain sat back and lit a cigarette.