"Okay, we'll wait, then," Dave agreed. "Boy, but wasn't that some wild ride! And it sure was lucky you spoke to him when you did. What I mean, you saved us from a tough spot. Hey, what's that?"
The tank guns had gone silent, but the yammer of a machine gun took up the song. It sang a few notes and then became suddenly silent. Freddy jumped out of the car and beckoned to Dave.
"We'd better take a look, Dave," he said in a worried voice. "If they are really close we wouldn't have a chance in the car. Our best bet would be to hide out in the woods until they've passed."
Dave jumped down and looked into Freddy's eyes.
"You mean?" he asked in a strained voice. "You think the Sergeant bumped into them, and they killed him?"
"I'm afraid so," Freddy nodded and swallowed. "We'd better make sure, though. Don't you think so?"
"Okay by me," Dave said, though he didn't feel so inside. "Lead on, Freddy. I'm right with you."