“We should go now. We cannot help him, but I shall see that he is mentioned in my reports as a hero in the cause of democracy,” Stan said softly.
The two brothers straightened and rose to their feet. They stood stiffly and saluted.
“We will show you the flying field,” Arno said.
“We better get moving. Both squad cars made off and they’ll bring back reinforcements. The drivers didn’t happen to be armed or else they thought the place was garrisoned.” Stan nodded toward Arno and O’Malley. “Plug those wounds as you go along.”
“I will get first aid and medicine from the cabinet in my room. I’ll overtake you,” Tony said.
They moved down the wide stairway, leaving the German soldiers where they would be rescued. Tony dashed off while the others, led by Arno, hurried out of the house and across the yard to the stables. Racing through the spacious barns they came to the kennels. By the time they had passed these Tony had caught up with them.
Pushing through a hidden gate in a hedge they came to a bridle path over which tall trees draped their branches.
“I say, a beautiful spot,” Allison murmured.
“It has the smell of auld Ireland,” O’Malley said wistfully.
“We are very fond of it,” Tony said.