But he climbed over the great booted legs of the guard, and hunched in under the elbow of the German prisoner.
The jeep lurched into gear and roared down the road.
CHAPTER NINE
Victor Disappears
AS THE jeep bumped rapidly along, André explained to the lieutenant, “I didn’t want to leave there, sir, till I found my friend Victor. He was the one who really stopped that Nazi car, shooting at the tires, I think.”
“He did?” the lieutenant exclaimed. “Well, why did he disappear after we got there?”
One of the guards interrupted. “Old Frenchman? Walrus mustache? With a shotgun?”
André nodded excitedly. “Did you see him?”
“Saw a man like that run back into the orchard of that farm just as we came up.”
André said no more; at least Victor could run.
The jeep had been proceeding cautiously around road blocks and paratroopers. Now it speeded up.