The Washington times., 1931-11-14
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CHAPTER 30

RCSANNAb eSOES SAAS
Half a pigs head" explains
Willy frankly.
well, hand it over"
Willy does not move. The
gendarme hesitates md then
gives a glance at his colleague,
who promptly takes up his
station beside him. That is a
bad mistake. Neither Of them
seem to have had much ex-
perience in these things r,or to
be used to any resistance. The
second fellow ought 20 have
seen long ago that we are to-
gether, even though we have
not spoken word to ole an
other. He should have stood
off to one side and covered us
with his gun. Not that that
would have troubled us much
what's a revolver, after all?
But instead of that, he goes
and plants himself right along
side his colleague, lest Willy
should cut UP rough.
The consequence becomes
clear Immediately. Like a
lamb Willy passes up his half
a pigs head. The astunished
gendarme takes it from him
and so becomes as good as un-
armed, both hands being full.
At the same instant Willy
calmly lands him one en- the
mouth and knocks MIN over.
Before the second can collect
himself, Kosole butts h'm up
ward under the chin with his
bony skull, and Valentin is
already behind him, squeezing
so hard on his windpipe that
his mouth comes wide open.
Kosole swiftly rams q news
paper into it. Both the gen.
darmes are now gurgling and
gulping and splitting, hut it is
no good; there is paper in
their throatS and their arms
are being twisted behind them
and made fast with their own
cross straps. It was quick
business. Now. where to put
them?
A Great Idea
Albert has the idea. Fifty
yards off he has found lonely
little house, in the door of
which a heart has been cut
the out house. We set off at
a trot. We shove the two in.
The door is oak and the bolts
thick and strong. 1t will be a
good hour before they are out
again-Kosole is most consid-
erate-he even piles their
bicycles in front of the Goor.
The other foragers have
watched us apprehenSively.
Grab your things!" says Ferdi-
nand, grinning. Already the
train is whiStling in the dis
tance. They look at us timidly
but do not need telling twice.
One old woman is quite panic
stricken.
"Oh," she walls, you have
assaulted the gendarmes; that's
terrible-terrible!"
Apparently she thinks it is
a capital offense. The others,
too, are rather worried about
1t. Fear of uniforms and po-
licemen is in their very bones.
Willy grins. Don't carry
on, Mother; even though the
whole government were here,
we wouldn't let them take any
thing from us! Old soldiers
and their messmates hand over
their grub?-A nice state of
affairs that would bel"
It is fortunate that village
railway stations so often lie
far from the houses. for no
one has seen anything of what
we have done. The station
master now comes out of his
office, yawning and scratching
his head. We march us to the
barrier, Willy with his half a
pigs head again under his
arm.-"Me give you up?" he
murmurS, Stroking it fondly.
The train starts. We wave
from the window. The aston
ished station master thinks it
Is intended for him and waves
back. But we mean the out
house. Willy leans far out,
watching the red cap of the
station master.
Hes gone back into the
office!" he announces triumph
antly.
Tension Is Gone
The tension relaxes in the
faces of the foragers. They
venture to talk again. The
woman with the bacon laughs
with tears in her eyes, so CRATE
full is she. Only the girl who
swallowed the butter is still
weeping inconsolably. She was
too hasty; and besides, she is
already beginning to feel sick.
But now KoSole shows what he
is made Of. He gives her the
half Of his sausage which she
tucks away in her stocking.
AS a precautioh we diSmount
at a station well without the
town and cut across the fields
to gain the road. We had
meant to do the last stretch
on foot. but encounter motor
lorry loaded with cans. The
driver is wearing an army great
coat. He lets us ride with him,