“If the inspector’s car has its lights on bright we’ll have to get down. Arno and I will be out on each side as though on beat. Allison will have to make up a challenge that will pass.”
“I have their password,” Allison answered. “Got it from the man who brought up word of the inspection. He gave it to get up to the post.”
“The Germans are not so smart,” Tony said. “They are fools to warn their soldiers of a coming inspection.”
Allison laughed. “The man who came up was a pal of the squad. He was tipping them off.”
“There’s a car coming up the road,” Stan warned. “Use your tommy-guns to cover them, but no shooting unless we have to fight it out.”
He and Arno moved into the darkness, leaving Allison and Tony seated on the bench which had been used by the Germans.
“There ought to be four of us here,” Tony said.
“I don’t think that will make any difference,” Allison said. “They’ll think the others are out on the beat.”
The car came up the gentle slope slowly. It did not have its bright lights on. The slit in the headlight hood gave only a meager amount of light and did not show more than ten feet ahead of the car. Allison moved several paces down the road and shouted an order in German.
The car halted and Allison shouted again, making his voice gruff. He got the password and snapped permission to advance. The car charged forward in a surge of speed that made Allison leap aside.