anks. They actually shouldered their way to
within a few yards of the first door.

"I'll take this one, you and O'Malley take the other. I'll clear the way
with the tommy-gun," Stan hissed.

He opened up with a burst of fire which scattered the Germans, then
charged the door. O'Malley and Allison smashed the other door. Stan
heard the shouts of the prisoners as they piled out. He backed away as
men lunged out of the building he had opened. Stan thanked his luck
that the doors had been built out of light plywood. He leaped aside and
turned his submachine gun on the Germans. He swung his arc of fire
across the yard and sent the Nazis charging for cover.

Ceasing his fire he ducked for the hole in the hedge. Allison was
already there, but O'Malley had not showed up.

"Hope he hasn't gotten any crazy ideas," Stan growled.

"He probably has," Allison said. "How'd you douse the lights?"

"I cut the main line, but they'll locate the break and fix it in a
hurry."

Suddenly they heard O'Malley coming. He ducked through the hedge. Behind
him came two other men. O'Malley had stayed to locate Tony and Arno.

"How did you find us?" Tony asked excitedly.

"Allison got someone to smuggle out a note. I have a bomber up on your
secret field to take us off, if we can get up there," Stan answered.
"It's so dark, I don't know whether we can locate the path."

Arno laughed softly. "We will lead you and we will show you how to take
off in the dark."

"I'm glad you're along," Stan said.

Arno led the way up the trail. He moved along at a fast pace. He knew
every twist and turn in the trail. The Yanks were hard put to keep up
with him. Tony brought up the rear, which helped to keep the party
together.

They reached the little meadow that served as a runway. Arno led them
straight to the hidden parking ground. Here they halted under the wing
of the Mosquito.

"What you flying?" O'Malley asked.

"A Mosquito bomber," Stan answered.

"One o' them wood crates?" O'Malley asked. He did not try to hide his
disgust.

Stan laughed. "And I'm flying her, see? I wouldn't ride in as fast and
tricky a ship as this Mosquito with you at the controls."

"I'll bet me auld grandmother could fly as fast," O'Malley said.

"The lights are on below," Arno broke in. "I hear German soldiers coming
up the slope through the woods."

"They have a big force down there," Allison said. "I'll bet they comb
this mountainside."

"We'll never be able