"Wake up your friend!" the German snapped, "We are here. Get out, both of you!"
"Where are we?" Dave asked and gently shook Freddy Farmer who was fast asleep on his shoulder. "What town is this, Lieutenant?"
The German smiled slyly. Then annoyance flashed through his eyes. He whipped out a hand and took a steel grip on Freddy's shoulder and shook viciously.
"Wake up, Englander!" he barked. "You have had enough sleep for the present. Wake up, I say!"
A smart slap across the cheek emphasized the last. The English lad woke up instantly, and he would have lunged out with a clenched fist if Dave had not caught hold of his arm.
"Take it easy, Freddy!" he exclaimed. "This is the end of the line. Here's where we get off. How do you feel?"
Freddy shook his head and dug knuckles into his sleep filled eyes. That seemed to do the trick. He was fully awake in an instant.
"Oh yes, I remember, now," he said. "Where are we, though? What's this place?"
The German threw back his head and laughed.
"I will tell you," he said and waggled a finger in front of their faces. "This is the Headquarters of the German Army Intelligence in the field. I am taking you before the Kommandant. And now we shall learn all about you two. Yes, you will be very wise to answer truthfully all the questions Herr Kommandant asks."