"There's a canvas-covered van right here. Get the men and have them drop off on top of it."
"Pretty far down, isn't it, old man?" Allison called back.
"Not too far," Stan answered. "We'll get to our car and blast our way out of here."
Allison moved back up the roof. In a minute he was back with the general and his sons.
"General Bolero coming down first," Allison called softly.
Stan moved back but got ready to help the general. A bulky form swung down from the roof, then fell, landing with a thud beside Stan. Stan helped the general to a sitting position.
"Are you hurt?"
"Only slightly jarred," the general assured him.
The others dropped off in a hurry. They crowded around Stan. "Now to get to our car," Stan said.
They slid off the back of the van. It was parked a yard from the wall of the house. Other vans stood beside it as closely as they could be packed in. The raiders moved along the wall, halting behind the last van. The car they wanted to reach was only a few feet away, but it was surrounded by a squad of men. Flashlight beams stabbed into the car and men talked excitedly.