André felt his face grow red. “I wanted to try to get my father and mother home.”
“It would have been simpler for all of us if you had waited,” replied the captain.
“I couldn’t, sir,” André said staunchly.
“If Patchou hadn’t been here, Captain,” Marie said, “I might have missed André. It was Patchou who found me.”
The dog, at the sound of his name, tossed up his head. Then he sniffed deeply, and whirled in the direction of the château gates, paused a brief second, and shot away at an excited gallop.
Captain Dobie could only say, “Now what?”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
The 82nd Finishes Its Fight
THE building which had housed the patients from the St. Sauveur hospital for a week was being emptied hastily.
A plump older nurse was helping the sick who could walk. Hurrying them into their wraps, she bustled them out to a line of waiting, ancient cars.
Doctors were aiding the more helpless patients.