Читать книгу Worrals on the War-path - W E Johns - Страница 3
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| “Our rendezvous is the fork of the tracks from Malene and Vignes.” | |
| “Little goes on that I do not know about,” declared Duclos smugly. “You would do well to remember that.” | |
| “I saw from the uniform that it was Duclos. He lay still—horrible.” | |
| “Come,” said the bearded man, beckoning with a gnarled forefinger. “They don’t waste words, do they?” sneered Frecks. | |
| “Mademoiselle is in trouble, eh?” “Yes, monsieur. It is about Jean Lasalle, who was arrested this morning.” The officer’s eyes narrowed. “You know him?” | |
| The cargo was being unloaded and quickly transported to the cave by Louis and his comrades. | |
| Worrals sat on a rock and watched the Nazis. First they made a general survey; then examined the plane more closely. | |
| “Mademoiselle is aware that the bulls are dangerous——?” | |
| The first fifty yards was so bad that in her heart Worrals became convinced that it would take hours to reach the bottom. |
