“I’m gettin’ out o’ here,” O’Malley growled.
“Sit down. We’re staying,” Stan said sharply. He pulled off his coat and tossed it across his bunk, then he seated himself on the foot of his bed.
“We’re going to get it in the neck, anyway,” O’Malley scowled.
“Do you know where we are, in what part of Germany?”
“Somewhere near Berlin,” O’Malley said.
“Sure, but where? We need more dope on the grounds and on the country around us. We wouldn’t get a mile from this prison farm if we did break out.”
O’Malley sat down on his bed. “Sure, you’re right. We should have had Sim tell us something about this deal.”
“Now that you mention it, Sim never told us anything,” Stan said.
“Probably didn’t know anything,” O’Malley growled.
They sat looking at each other, waiting, trying to discover some lead that might help them. Finally Stan said: