" ... Radio says that sluice gates on the Roer were opened during the night ... our whole area is flooded ... hell ... You an' me an' Landel are to transport wounded guys in a Lee." Zinc was playing with the pup's ears. "Where'd you pick up this lil guy?"
"Here ... in the water."
"Whatcha gonna do with him?"
"Stash him in the church ... leave him..."
"The river's a mile or two wide in places," Zinc said.
"Do you know where the tank is--the one we're to use?"
"Sure ... I know."
"Let's go," Dennison said. Reentering the church, he placed the pup on a pew. "Gotta go, old boy ... gotta go ... just stay there and yelp."
A lingering glance at the antique windows, then he followed Zinc toward the hill behind the church: a ditch drenched them to the knees: swearing, they floundered ahead, past a group of tanks, to the Lee, higher on the slope, out of the menacing flood water.
"That's her!" Zinc yelled.