"Somewhere near Berlin," O'Malley said.

"Sure, but where? We need more dope on the grounds and on the country around us. We wouldn't get a mile from this prison farm if we did break out."

O'Malley sat down on his bed. "Sure, you're right. We should have had Sim tell us something about this deal."

"Now that you mention it, Sim never told us anything," Stan said.

"Probably didn't know anything," O'Malley growled.

They sat looking at each other, waiting, trying to discover some lead that might help them. Finally Stan said:

"We'll have to clean up that straw and fix Sim's bed before anyone comes in here snooping around."

"Yeah," O'Malley said but he did not move.


CHAPTER VIII