O’Malley answered the man in German. The fellow jumped and O’Malley laughed. Too late Stan kicked O’Malley warningly upon the shin. Stan frowned. He should have warned O’Malley. Now the man knew he could speak and understand German. Sim looked at O’Malley and laughed.
“It seems we will be able to get on very well with two of us speaking the native tongue,” he said.
“You talk Kraut?” O’Malley asked.
“Come, we waste time,” the German said. He moved into the barn with the boys at his heels.
The guide untied a horse and led it out through a back door. There, by the light of the stars, the boys saw a two-wheeled cart loaded with hay. The German hitched the horse to the cart.
“Hide in the hay,” he said.
The boys climbed into the cart and burrowed under the hay. Stan worked his way well forward with O’Malley and Sim close beside him. They were forced to lie very close together because the cart was narrow. They worked an opening for air and lay on the hard boards. The German spoke to the horse and the cart moved off.
The cart joggled over rutty roads for hours. Daylight began to show through the straw opening. Stan wiggled over against the slats on the side of the cart and poked a hole to look through. They were moving along a country lane. The cart turned out and a wagon passed. It was loaded with farm workers. Behind the wagon came a motorcycle and sidecar. A German soldier sat in the sidecar, while another, with a rifle slung across his back, drove the motorcycle. The driver shouted at the German on the seat of the cart, but he did not stop him.
O’Malley began squirming. He was in the middle and could see nothing at all.
“Be still!” Sim snapped. “You’ll shake hay loose and someone may become suspicious.”