“The smell will keep the Germans from examining it very closely,” Sim answered and Stan heard him chuckle. “When we come to a lighted town we’ll each have to get into a can.”
“They’re full o’ garbage,” O’Malley protested.
“We’ll empty three cans,” Sim said. “Might as well do it while we’re on this rough country road.”
The truck was bouncing and the cans were banging. The noise was terrific and the darkness total. Stan got hold of a can. It was heavy, but with O’Malley’s help he was able to lift it up and tip it over the edge. The contents poured out on the side of the road. Two more cans were dumped.
“There goes a lot of meals for the prisoners in the ghetto,” Sim said and laughed.
“You mean to say the skunks feed prisoners garbage?” Stan asked.
“I’ve been told they let the prisoners of the lowest class pick over the garbage,” Sim answered.
Stan felt his stomach begin to turn over. O’Malley said nothing. For once he was stumped for words. They moved the cans to the center and well forward and crouched beside them.
The truck rattled on through the night. Presently they saw lights ahead.
“According to my map,” Sim said, “that should be a well-lighted inspection post. We better get into the cans.”