"Not at all, thank you," the English youth said politely but coldly. "We're not hungry a bit."
Dave gaped at his pal, then looked at von Peiplow.
"You've got a doctor around here, General?" he grunted.
"Why, yes," the German replied quickly. "You need medical attention?"
"I don't," Dave said. "Just wanted to make sure, in case. Strange things might happen. Ouch!"
"What's the matter?" von Peiplow asked sharply as Dave bent down and rubbed his ankle.
"Fell over my own big feet!" Dave growled, and shot a withering glance at Freddy Farmer's innocent face. "Well, let's have that talk, if you want."
"By all means," the Luftwaffe officer said. "Come with me."
With a nod at the group of younger officers with him, which said plain as day for them to keep a sharp eye on the two prisoners, General von Peiplow turned and led the way across a strip of open ground to a group of one story buildings set well back under the protection of some woods. Dave took one quick look at those buildings and woods, and knew at once it was one of the spots marked on Colonel Trevor's map.
He cast his eyes quickly about and instantly spotted the bend in the Lille River, the hill range and the stretch of swamp ground. He was suddenly relieved to know that their captors had not taken them away from the mysterious area during their unconscious hours. And then as he heard sound, and saw movement over by the stretch of supposedly swamp ground, he stopped dead in his tracks and gasped in bewildered amazement.