"So?" the German breathed. "You saw which way they were heading, of course?"
"Naturally," Freddy said. "They were going into Belgium, of course. And not just French troops with tanks and guns, either. There were thousands of British and Canadians. And there were more thousands from Australia and New Zealand, and South Africa. And the sky was filled with R.A.F. and French planes. And...."
The German's booming laughter stopped Freddy. The big man shook like jelly and he was forced to blow his nose before he could speak.
"I must say I admire you, my young Englander," he said. "I suppose now we should become very frightened and order a general retreat at once, eh?"
"You will be forced to, shortly," Freddy said stiffly.
The laughter faded from the German's face and his eyes became brittle and hard.
"Germans never hear such an order, for it is never given!" he snapped. "But, I see you want to treat this all as a little joke, eh?"
"Do you expect us to give away military information?" Dave demanded.
"It would help you a lot, boys," the officer said slyly. "You two want to get to England, don't you?"
"Not that way, we don't!" Dave said, standing up to him. "You'll get no military information out of either of us, even if we had any to give."