They received the prisoners coolly.
After questioning the Nazi officers a few moments, Captain Dobie hobbled out to the hallway and closed the door after him. His broken leg wore fresh splints and a new dressing.
The captain looked at André with displeasure. “I should keep a closer eye on you, boy,” he said sharply. “What do you mean by running loose around the country with a war going on?”
Before the captain could continue, Slim sidled through the doorway.
“Excuse me, sir,” he said, “but that lieutenant an’ the guards are sittin’ out there in the jeep. D’ya want ’em to wait, or can they go, the lieutenant says?”
A call from the colonel in the other room, summoning Captain Dobie, interrupted him.
When Dobie returned with the colonel, the Nazis, well covered by guns, were ceremoniously marched back to the jeep.
The American officer’s orders were curt. “Lieutenant, I want these men delivered to the general, by you, personally. He’s somewhere on Utah Beach by now.”
The jeep, loaded like a school bus, turned and disappeared in the direction from which it had just come.