A tall officer stood behind Patchou, and with him was André.
Behind Lieutenant Ouvarski and André straggled several dusty, smoke-blackened men. They moved a few steps forward.
Ouvarski steadied himself against a stone pillar. Marie and two of the men eased a wounded soldier they were carrying, to the ground.
“Captain,” Ouvarski said hoarsely, “can you get medics? Three wounded—one badly.”
Captain Dobie swallowed hard. “Is that all?”
“All others accounted for, sir,” Ouvarski reported. “No worse.”
“Not any of you are accounted for,” the captain growled. “How did you get here? I thought you were in that blasted barn.”
Slim gasped as Marie, finished with making her patient more easy, walked forward.
Ouvarski simply threw out a hand toward Marie, and said, “She led us out.”
Marie walked up to Captain Dobie.