"Here goes!" Stan snapped. "Try your German on the boys. If you flop, we start shooting our way in."
Arno charged up in the best German manner of driving an official car. The heavy machine guns on each side of the gate converged on the car and one of the sentries bellowed an order.
CHAPTER XIII
NIGHT RAID
Arno did not put on his brakes until he had forced the guards at the gate back two paces. Allison leaned out over the door, his cap pulled down over his eyes. He bellowed loudly in German, blurring a string of words together and winding up with the password from the outside post. He was taking a chance that that was the password for the whole area.
The guards backed away, presented arms, and jerked into stiff positions of attention. Arno lost no time in shooting the car through the gates. They entered a shadowy courtyard where the light was dim. The Yank raid on Bolero Villa, just over the hill, had caused every post in the vicinity to be blacked out.
"We are under the window of the room," Arno said in a low voice.
"There's a guard down the wall a ways," Allison said. "I'll give you fellows a calling-down in German to make the guard think I'm really on the warpath, then we'll march right in."