The boys got out of the truck and clung to the outside. They saw dark forms of trees and a light in a window.
“Now,” Sim whispered as he swung away from the truck.
Stan heard him land with a thud. Stan jumped and landed in a hedge beside the road and rolled on into tall grass. O’Malley hit close beside him, and they crouched behind the hedge watching the truck. It went rattling on into the night. Sim called to them.
“Come on. We have to hurry.”
They moved over beside him and he headed across an open field toward the lighted window. As they neared the house, a dog began barking. Sim halted and they stood waiting. A door opened and a man shouted at the dog. Sim moved forward.
“Hello,” he called.
The door closed suddenly and Stan heard the man walking over gravel toward them. They advanced to meet him. Sim spoke as soon as he was close.
“We were sent by Hans.”
“Goot. Come, I show you,” the man answered.
They walked with him to the house and he opened the door. “Quick,” he mumbled. He began pushing them through the door.