Darkness settled slowly. The driver turned off the road into a narrower lane as soon as it was dark.
“No traveling is allowed after dark,” Sim explained. “We must be near our second station.”
The cart halted and the driver called to them.
“Come out now.”
They climbed out and flexed stiff muscles. O’Malley faced the driver.
“I’m hungry. Got any food?”
“Come with me,” the man said.
They entered a grove of trees and walked up to a tiny house. The house was dark but, with the aid of a flashlight, the guide located a trap door under some loose straw. He pulled it upward, revealing a stairs. The boys went down into a cellar where their guide lighted an oil lamp.
The cellar smelled stale but it had boxes to sit on and a table. There was a box on the table.
“Your food,” the German said, nodding toward the box.