"I have it," Allison answered. "On my head."
Sure enough, Allison was wearing a German helmet. "You boys know what the Germans will do with us if they catch us wearing even one of their helmets?" Stan asked.
"The firing squad," Arno answered as he slipped one on his head.
"If the inspector's car has its lights on bright we'll have to get down. Arno and I will be out on each side as though on beat. Allison will have to make up a challenge that will pass."
"I have their password," Allison answered. "Got it from the man who brought up word of the inspection. He gave it to get up to the post."
"The Germans are not so smart," Tony said. "They are fools to warn their soldiers of a coming inspection."
Allison laughed. "The man who came up was a pal of the squad. He was tipping them off."
"There's a car coming up the road," Stan warned. "Use your tommy-guns to cover them, but no shooting unless we have to fight it out."
He and Arno moved into the darkness, leaving Allison and Tony seated on the bench which had been used by the Germans.
"There ought to be four of us here," Tony said.