NIGHT FLIGHT
The creaking hinges of the wine cellar door served as a warning signal
to the hiding men behind the wine casks. Every time a German orderly was
sent for wine they knew he was coming before he had even entered the
short passageway leading into the main room. Usually the men were sent
in pairs, sometimes three or four came. The men always had liberal
samples of the wine before filling the decanters for the officers.
The cellar was damp and smelled of rotting wood and stale wine. The
space behind the wine casks was limited and legs developed cramps as the
night and the next day wore on. Belts had to be tightened over empty
stomachs, but there was no complaining. Tony regained his strength and
with it his belief that they would escape.
"We can't very well climb back out of that chute," Allison said for the
tenth time. "We'll have to plan some other strategy. It's three P.M.
right now and we still don't have any ideas. We have to be up at that
wheat field by midnight."
"I'll slip out into the hallway and have a look," Stan offered.
"And get caught," Allison said sourly.
Further talk was halted. The hinges of the door creaked dismally. Four
men entered and turned on the small light over the row of old wine
barrels. They talked and had a few drinks before filling the pitchers
they carried. There was much laughing and joking. When they had gone,
Allison translated their conversation.
"We finally have some information," he said. "The Germans blame the
Italian peasants for our disappearance. They are sure the peasants
spirited us away and they are taking reprisals."
"That is like them," General Bolero said sadly.
"And here is the big news. The Germans figure we have escaped and will
reach the British lines in the south. They expect a bombing raid upon
this spot, similar to the one on the Bolero villa. So tonight they will
evacuate under cover of darkness and they will put this place, wine
cellar and all, to the torch before they go." Allison laughed.
"When are they going?" Stan asked.
"They plan to get out as soon as darkness comes to cover their movements
from our air force, which seems to have taken over the sky. As soon as
they have evacuated they will destroy the place. I gather the high
command has ordered that every place evacuated is to be destroyed in
revenge for Italy's quitting the war."
"So. We have to get out of here by dark," General Bolero said. "And that
we will do."
"I hope so," Stan said.
"We will evacuate with the Germans," the general said. "That is our only
chance."
"Right-o," Allison agreed.
"So we may as well lay a few plans." The general seemed eager to get
into action.
"We could shoot our way out," Tony suggested.
"We would do better to use our heads," the general said firmly.
"We ought to be able to take over one of the gangs sent here to get
wine. The German officers will want to haul away all of this fine wine
they can possibly take with them," Stan said.
"Now we're beginning to get places," Allison agreed.
For the next hour they planned and talked. Tony explained the route they
would have to take to get to the field where O'Malley was to pick them
up. No one said anything about O'Malley's not being there at midnight.
Their big worry was to get to the field themselves.
It was well after dark, according to their watches, when things began to
happen. An officer and a squad of soldiers entered the cellar. The
officer barked commands at the men for a few minutes, then marched off.
The raiders crowded close to Allison to learn what had been ordered.
Allison whispered his report while the men a few feet away began rolling
barrels from the racks.
"They are taking the old wine. The new wine in these vats is to be
poured out. The barrels are to be smashed. They have a drum of gasoline
outside and will pour it into the cellar and set fire to it as they
leave." Allison paused. "They have a simple method worked out for
emptying these barrels. After the gasoline is set afire the men are to
toss a few grenades in here to smash the barrels and make certain the
cellar is destroyed."
"We better take over right now," Stan said. "Those birds have only side
arms. We'll slide out with our tommy-guns covering them. Each take a
barrel and when I whistle step out."
The German workmen were startled out of their wits a second or two later
when five armed men stepped out from behind barrels and covered them
with machine guns and a rifle. They stared at General Bolero, blinked
their eyes wildly, and then elevated their arms toward the ceiling.
"Tie them up," Stan ordered. "Take the door with Arno." He nodded to
Allison. "If any more men come, cover them and bring them back here."
Tony and the general and Stan got busy. It took a little time to bind
and gag eight men when the bonds and gags had to be ripped from their
clothing with trench knives. Before that was finished Allison and Arno
added two more noncom officers who had come in to hurry up the squad.
"I suggest we each roll a barrel outside," General Bolero said. "We can
use them as something to hide behind if we meet resistance."
"Good idea," Stan agreed. He turned to Tony. "Can we get out without
charging the main gate? If we rouse the Germans, we'll be in the same
spot we were in the first time we got loose."
"I don't think so," Tony answered.
The problem was solved by the appearance of an officer. He bellowed
angrily into the cellar, then took a step or two into the dark
passageway. That was a mistake. Allison tapped him over the head with a
gun barrel and dragged him back.
"He says the villa has been fired. There is only a few minutes to load
up and get out." Allison laid the officer beside his men.
"We won't tie him up. When he comes to he can free his men. I wouldn't
roast even a German," Stan snapped. "Get a barrel and let's get going."
The floor and the passageway sloped gently down into the cellar because
the barrels always came in full and went out empty. The boys soon
discovered that it took two of them to roll a heavy barrel. They managed
to get three barrels rolling and headed for the entrance.
Outside they found a big van with a driver who was dancing up and down
shouting. Three planks sloped up into the truck. The first barrel hit
the planking and the boys heaved it up. The driver was yelling wildly
and he had every reason to yell. The yard was as light as day. Flames
licked up all around the house and the smaller buildings blazed
furiously. The heat was intense and the smoke was thick.
Allison snapped an order at the driver and the fellow put a shoulder
against the next barrel. No sooner had he leaned forward than Arno
tapped him over the head with his pistol butt.
"Get our guns and the sack of grenades and flares," Stan shouted. "Arno,
you drive."
They had two barrels in the back of the van where they could be seen. In
a moment the guns and the grenades were in the truck along with Tony,
the general, and Allison. Stan armed himself with a tommy-gun and rode
up front with Arno.
Out at the main gate guards were shouting and waving at the van to hurry
up. No Germans remained in the courtyard. Arno started the van and they
headed for the gate. The guards wanted a ride, but Arno had gotten up
speed and did not stop. They roared down the driveway and headed out
into the road. Foot soldiers were everywhere. Arno slipped into a line
of trucks and they chugged along toward the settlement. They reached it
without mishap, though a dozen officers had shouted orders at them, and
one captain had ridden several hundred yards on their running board. The
complete blackout necessary to make a convoy movement safe helped a lot.
Reaching the settlement, they were directed to a grove of trees where
their truck was shoved back into deep cover.
Allison came forward and got in with Stan. When an officer came along
checking their load, he explained they had wine for the officers' mess
and suggested it be shoved deeper into the woods to keep it from being
tapped by the soldiers. The officer cleared a pathway and led them deep
into the timber beyond the rest of the convoy. He ordered the crew to
report to a designated spot and then rushed off.
The five raiders gathered beside the truck and broke out laughing.
"So considerate of them," Arno said.
"I have never known the German army to be so co-operative before," the
general observed.
"We better be on our way," Stan said.
They gathered up their things and headed into the woods with Tony
leading the way. After an hour of searching and much argument between
him and Arno they finally located a trail and followed it.
Stan and Allison began to suspect the boys were lost, when suddenly they
came out on a knoll. Above them, silhouetted against the starlit sky,
were the two square-topped peaks.
"See," Tony said to Arno. "Now you must admit I was right."
"You were, I am sorry I argued."
"It's twenty minutes to twelve," Allison said anxiously. "How far is it
to the wheat field?"
"Just a ten-minute walk," Tony answered.
"We'll hit it right on the minute," Stan said eagerly. "Lead on."
Tony led them out of the woods and into the wheat field. They checked
the wind and got out their flares. Arno took one, Tony another, while
Allison took the red center marker.
"Clear a space so as not to set the field of wheat on fire," Arno
warned. "I'll show you how far to go."
Stan and the general went along, carrying the guns and grenades. They
were about in the center of the field when they heard the roar of a
plane motor. Stan listened and then grinned. The engine was a powerful
radial. He was certain O'Malley was at the throttle.
The plane swooped around and around high above while the boys got spaces
cleared and everything set. Arno called to the others and the flares
blossomed out. Looking up into the sky they waited. The plane circled
and headed in. Suddenly a barrage broke loose from a hill a half mile
away. A German battery had heard the plane and had spotted the flares.
The gunners were shooting at the flares and by the dirt they were
lifting they seemed to be getting the range.
"He'll be blown to bits when he lands!" Arno shouted.
"We'll have to move back or get blasted ourselves," Allison called,
breaking into a run.
Shells were exploding close to them, kicking dirt over them, and the
barrage was swinging toward them. Overhead the plane was coming in. It
roared over their heads a few feet above the barrage.
"Overshot it!" Tony yelled. "Now he'll have to try again."
"And the Germans are coming!" Stan yelled. "Get set with the machine
guns!"
When a shell burst close to Allison, he stopped running. Suddenly he
shouted, "He's fooled them! He's set down at the far edge of the field!"
Sure enough, the plane had landed almost at the edge of the woods. It
was swinging around. They all ducked and raced toward it. Stan got there
first and was greeted by O'Malley's voice from the plane.
"Sure, an' you got out the band for a welcome!"
"As soon as they spot the flare of your exhausts the welcome will get
hotter!" Stan shouted back.
Loading up was only a matter of seconds, but the Germans on the hill and
those charging down into the field had the Mosquito located and began
pounding the lower end of the field. O'Malley headed into the barrage
and hopped her off without getting a direct hit. They circled overhead
and then swung south. Stan was seated across from O'Malley.
"Have a nice trip?" O'Malley asked with a grin.
"We did," Stan answered.
"I hear there'll be a flock o' tinware waitin' for you when you get in."
O'Malley continued to grin. "The boys are bettin' ten to one that you
all got shot. I'll be richer than Rockefeller when I get back." He
chuckled to himself.
"Right now we could do with something to eat," Stan said as he leaned
back and closed his eyes.
"Colonel Benson has a banquet spread for you. Have Allison get on the
radio and tell him to put it on the table, and have him order me two
apple pies." O'Malley opened the Mosquito up another notch as he thought
of the pies.
Stan clicked on the intercom and got Allison. He felt, at the moment, as
though he could stand a vacation, but glancing back he saw a great fire
raging with an intensity that lighted the sky for a hundred miles. The
Germans were destroying the historical city of Naples. There would be no
vacation.
THE END