They flopped and thrashed around until Stan finally worked behind the German and put on more pressure. After that the fellow wilted in short order. Stan was binding and gagging him when Arno came running to help him.
“Did we act too quickly?” he asked in great excitement.
“A bit fast,” Stan admitted, “but I have him now. He was a tough customer.” Stan rolled the sentry into a clump of bushes and faced Arno. “How did Tony make out?”
“Fine, very fine. Tony hates all Germans.” Arno laughed quietly.
They moved back to the guard station and found Allison and Tony there. One glance at the two sentries Arno and Tony had silenced told Stan they would not have to be bound or gagged. The boys had used their knives expertly.
“Now about the reception committee?” Allison queried softly.
“We need four helmets. I have one and there are two on the ground. Get one more,” Stan ordered.
“I have it,” Allison answered. “On my head.”
Sure enough, Allison was wearing a German helmet. “You boys know what the Germans will do with us if they catch us wearing even one of their helmets?” Stan asked.
“The firing squad,” Arno answered as he slipped one on his head.