"Sure this isn't a trap? Things have been working too good around here," Stan said.
"This will not be easy," Sim answered in a low voice. "The chances are about even we'll be shot before we get clear of the wire and the guard lines. These guards do not shout at you, they shoot and then yell." Sim laughed shortly. "But I'd rather be shot than rot here."
"Sure, an' that's me, too," O'Malley agreed.
"We'll be ready," Stan answered.
"You cannot take anything with you," Sim warned. "Now we have to break up. The guards are watching us." He got to his feet and walked away.
"I think he's acting nuts for the benefit of the guards," O'Malley said.
"If it turns out he really is nuts, we may find ourselves messed up with lead," Stan answered. He got up and walked over to where the R.A.F. boys were pitching quoits.
"Care to get in?" a captain asked him.
"Thanks, I'll have a try," Stan answered.
O'Malley stretched out on the bench and went to sleep. He slept through until lunch call was sounded. Stan mixed with the British officers and learned what he could about conditions. He got their names so he could report regarding them if he did get away.