tossed a glass jug into the room. It was fixed to break aisy if it hit anything hard. Allison caught it as neat as iver he caught a Rugby football.” O’Malley laughed.
“But the blighter had locked us in and that slowed us down some. Then two of his henchman came along to use the radio and when they unlocked the doors to air the gas out of the hut, we grabbed them.” Allison looked at the doctor to see if it was all right to talk. The doctor nodded.
“Your phone call came in the nick o’ time,” O’Malley put in. “We located Sim and trailed him from the mess to his hideout. It was one of our own Nissen huts the boys had been using to store bedding in. The rats had moved the piles of bedding away from the back end and made a place there.”
“Why wasn’t their radio located?” Stan asked.
The doctor turned to Allison and Stan. “Better let the rest of the plot wait,” he said.
Splinters and Bugs edged forward. “Be savin’ a cot for you, Wilson,” they said.
Stan grinned happily. The morphine had claimed him, and it brought a pleasant dream. He was again with his pals and another German plot had been upset.
