“That one we must find,” Arno answered as he moved on.
The boys had their packs swung high on their backs. Their tommy-guns were held ready. If the night fighters who had jumped O’Malley had spotted the parachutes they would have given an alarm. Arno seemed to be thinking about this. He moved carefully, pausing to listen every few yards.
Tony was bringing up the rear. He called softly to Arno. “Here is the trail, you passed it.”
They halted and went back. Arno checked the cross trail.
“Yes, this is the trail,” he said.
He headed off to the right and they followed. Coming to the top of a little hill they saw lights below, dim and shaded lights, but many of them.
“That is the house,” Arno said.
“How far is it?” Stan asked.
“About a kilometer,” Arno answered.
“Less than a mile to go. What’s in between?” Stan asked.