o the car and men talked
excitedly.

Inside the house there was a great uproar as the Germans searched for
the missing men. Tony chuckled, then whispered:

"Little Don Sachetti and I used to get spanked for sneaking through that
window and climbing the trellis."

"We had better take over that car and our guns and grenades. This is the
best chance we'll ever have. Most of the Germans are in the house," Stan
said.

"Don Sachetti was executed yesterday. I think he would rest better if we
tossed a few grenades through the windows of his home," the general
said. "By all means let us proceed with the capture of the car and
materiel."

"You drive, Arno," Stan ordered. "Fan out, boys, and start shooting when
they spot us." He turned to the general. "Sorry, sir, that we do not
have a gun for you."

"I will soon have one," the general answered grimly.

The boys spread out in the darkness along the side of the last van. They
moved forward with automatic pistols ready. Stan picked his man, a burly
officer with a flashlight. The Germans were so intent upon the arms they
had found that they did not see their attackers until the boys were upon
them. The burly officer was the one who sounded the alarm. He shouted
loudly as he shot his light over the raiders. Instantly the boys opened
up. With pistols flaming they charged. Stan saw the general leap ahead
and tear a rifle from the hands of a falling German.

For a moment the action was furious, but the fire from the forty-fives
was deadly and the Germans went down or leaped away. Stan located a sack
of grenades that had been removed from the car. He took out a couple and
tossed them over toward the big gate. The result was all that he had
hoped it would be. A dozen armed guards had been standing at the gates
under shaded lights, while the machine-gun crews outside were dragging
their guns around to bring them to bear inside the yard. After the
second grenade exploded with a roar Stan saw nothing at the gate at all
except a pile of bricks where one of the entrance pillars had stood a
moment before.

"Good going, but Tony has been hit," Allison shouted. "Better get into
the car!"

Arno had the engine roaring while Allison and the general were sweeping
the yard with tommy-gun fire. Tony lay on the floor of the car, shoved
down to keep him clear of flying lead. From the shadows all around them
bullets were whining. Stan slid in beside Arno. He could not find a
tommy-gun, but he