“W-what happened to you?” he asked.
Raoul looked down at his arm bandage. “You mean this?” he replied. “Tiens, André. Do you know, I found I was almost the only man in this village who was not of the Resistance? I have merely been remedying the situation.”
“Do you know now my father is a Maquis and not a collaborationist?” André demanded, and Raoul nodded. “I have discovered so. I—”
If he had meant to apologize further for his past bad behavior, his words were lost. A shell overshot the house and everyone ran for cover.
When André slid out from his hiding place, Raoul was gone.
For a moment the boy stood alone. “Well, now, what is my duty?” he considered. “Victor? No.... Patchou.”
He went to the kitchen, gave the dog food and water, and hastily ate Raoul’s sandwiches. Meanwhile Patchou gamboled for a few minutes around the room.
André thought that he had better go to Lescots’ and tell the old man, once and for all, how foolish his plan was. Even Victor would see that now.
Victor stood near his barnyard gates crossly watching the distant scene.