“I knew I would find you!” he cried. “I knew!”
Marie and Pierre drew into the family embrace.
Slim and Weller turned to catch each other’s eye. “The kid done it,” Weller said.
Slim sighed. “I shore wish I had that trumpet now,” he said. “I feel awful sentimental.”
Captain Dobie sat back and smoked, watching the happy reunion of the Gagnon family.
When the doctor and M. Angell left to start up the hill Marie broke away from the family to run after them.
“Oh, Monsieur Angell,” she called, “I must tell you how sorry I am your barn was burned. It was so useful to the Maquis. We are grateful to you for letting us use it.”
“It is nothing,” M. Angell replied courteously. “It was for France. However, if you will accept advice from a stranger, I suggest that you now return home with your mother.”
Marie smiled. “I quite agree with you, M’sieur.”
Within a few minutes, trucks and ambulances drew up. The wounded, both American and German, were cared for and taken away.