rofusely from a wound in his shoulder. A broken chair lay on
the floor and beside it lay a dead German. Lorenzo lay on the floor face
up. He was dead, but there was a smile of triumph on his lips. Arno had
sagged down into a chair. He, too, was bleeding from a head wound.

The three Germans had their backs to the door. The officer was wild with
fury. He was shouting wildly.

"If I did not have orders to bring you in so that we can force you to
tell who your underground helpers are, I would shoot you all and leave
you here to rot!"

"Put up your hands or you'll stay here to rot!" Stan snapped.

The Germans whirled about. As they turned, the two soldiers dropped
their guns and elevated their hands. The officer came around with his
machine gun firing. Stan opened up and cut him down. The two men began
shouting:

"_Kamrad! Kamrad!_"

Stan backed them up against the wall. Before he had gotten them moved
O'Malley and Allison had their tommy-guns. They stripped the ammunition
from the soldiers.

"Tie them up," Stan snapped. He turned about and saw that Tony and Arno
were kneeling beside their brother.

"We should go now. We cannot help him, but I shall see that he is
mentioned in my reports as a hero in the cause of democracy," Stan said
softly.

The two brothers straightened and rose to their feet. They stood stiffly
and saluted.

"We will show you the flying field," Arno said.

"We better get moving. Both squad cars made off and they'll bring back
reinforcements. The drivers didn't happen to be armed or else they
thought the place was garrisoned." Stan nodded toward Arno and O'Malley.
"Plug those wounds as you go along."

"I will get first aid and medicine from the cabinet in my room. I'll
overtake you," Tony said.

They moved down the wide stairway, leaving the German soldiers where
they would be rescued. Tony dashed off while the others, led by Arno,
hurried out of the house and across the yard to the stables. Racing
through the spacious barns they came to the kennels. By the time they
had passed these Tony had caught up with them.

Pushing through a hidden gate in a hedge they came to a bridle path over
which tall trees draped their branches.

"I say, a beautiful spot," Allison murmured.

"It has the smell of auld Ireland," O'Malley said wistfully.

"We are very fond of it," Tony said.

Arno was ahead, moving rapidly upward. They hurried along and caught up
with him. From then on there was no talki