The car swerved as they passed the door. Stan was able to plant a grenade into the open door and to add another before they straightened out for the charge at the gate. They hit the pile of loose bricks lying in the entrance and one tire exploded. The car wobbled and careened but shoved through the opening without turning over.
As they smashed through, Stan saw flames leaping out of the doorway. A gaping hole in the wall, revealed by the fire, showed where one grenade had done its work. They had charged ahead only a few hundred yards and were not clear of the driveway when they saw ahead of them a small tank and two trucks. Men on foot swarmed beside the vehicle. With a roar the whole driveway ahead burst into action. The careening car had been sighted. Arno twisted the wheel and they plunged through a hedge and down a steep bank where the car came to halt with its radiator smashed against the trunk of a tree.
"Get the tommy-guns and grenades," Stan snapped. "Get Tony out!"
Tony was already out. "I have the wound plugged," he said in a weak voice. "I'll manage."
"We'll help you along," Stan said. "You lead the way, Arno."
"I know best how to get out of here. I was here more than Arno," Tony said. "I'll lead you."
"Give him a hand, Arno," Stan said. "They're coming through the hedge up above."
Allison and Stan opened up on a group of Germans breaking through the hedge above. Their gunfire drove the Germans back and allowed Arno and the general time to get Tony up the bank and into the woods.
Whirling, they ran up the bank and overtook the three who were waiting for them.
"Where to now?" Stan asked.