"Yes," Stan answered.
"Do you know how many fighters and bombers your force has?"
"No," Stan answered.
"How many of the new type of fighters do you have? The sort you were flying when shot down."
"I've heard some of the boys say a couple of thousand," Stan answered. He was merely reporting a bit of mess rumor he had heard the day before.
The lieutenant scowled and spoke in German to his superiors. After that the questions came fast, but neither O'Malley nor Stan offered any further comment. They answered simply yes or no or refused to answer at all. Finally the senior officer got up in disgust and stamped out.
"You are fools," the lieutenant snapped.
"Would you talk if we caught you?" Stan asked pleasantly.
"Of course not, but we are a superior race. Now you will be given comfortable quarters and food. We observe the rules of war." He turned about and motioned for them to follow.
The boys were fed soup and fish with a slice of bread and a brown liquid which passed as coffee. O'Malley grumbled a lot, but he ate everything set before him.