Down the road, the Nazis were piling back into their truck and the starter whined.
He opened the door to find a Nazi officer frowning at him
Father Duprey seized Pierre’s arm and whipped him swiftly forward and up to the seat in front.
He had no more than slid into the seat himself when the Maquis driver rocked the old ambulance into action with a crash of gears. The machine swayed into a turn and roared away toward Ste. Mère Église.
André watched it go for a long minute.
The German army truck started, but halted a little distance off, and the sharp voice of the officer giving commands drifted toward them.
Raoul Cotein shifted his feet. “Uh—I have things to do,” he cried suddenly. He flung a leg over his bicycle, and peddling furiously, was soon gone.
André moved idly toward the house. Once through his own door, the boy trotted quickly into the kitchen.
He untied his dog and put him in the dimly lit cow barn. As he snapped the door fastening, he spoke warningly, “Not a sound out of you, Patchou. Remember!”