Over the noisy complaint of the jeep’s motor, Captain Dobie thanked all those gathered there for their help. And he asked that thanks be given to the Gagnons.
“I’ll see you all again,” he smiled, clutching at his seat as the jeep leaped forward.
And up to the overhanging chestnut trees rang cries of “Vive l’Amérique!” and “Vive le Capitaine Dobay!”
The last André heard was Weller’s voice, bellowing, “Vive la Frenchmen!”
The silence of the house, as the sun slid up over the trees, was numbing.
Mme. Lescot arrived to break this up, equipped with an armload of cleaning things.
“This place resembles a pigsty,” she announced. “Mme. Gagnon must not see such a mess. Please cause yourself to be absent.”
Slim hurriedly remembered a job to be done. André pushed Patchou hastily out of doors and went to milk the cows.
He had just put the milk to cool when Mme. Lescot hailed him from the kitchen door. “Breakfast!” she called.
When Slim and André drew up to the table, Mme. Lescot produced a breakfast of army supplies she had found on a shelf.