"Come out now."
They climbed out and flexed stiff muscles. O'Malley faced the driver.
"I'm hungry. Got any food?"
"Come with me," the man said.
They entered a grove of trees and walked up to a tiny house. The house was dark but, with the aid of a flashlight, the guide located a trap door under some loose straw. He pulled it upward, revealing a stairs. The boys went down into a cellar where their guide lighted an oil lamp.
The cellar smelled stale but it had boxes to sit on and a table. There was a box on the table.
"Your food," the German said, nodding toward the box.
He turned away and went upstairs again. They heard him close the door and rake straw over it. O'Malley opened the box at once. It contained a loaf of heavy bread, a few pieces of cold sausage and three boiled potatoes. Also there was a jug which contained milk.
Sim produced a heavy clasp knife and cut the bread. The boys made sandwiches and munched them. The jug was passed around and they drank out of it.
"Sure, an' this is not a bad dinner," O'Malley said. "It compares favorably with the last roast duck dinner I had in London." He grinned at Stan.