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John said. " All this ' we think that they think that we
t h i n k ' stuff. You're so frightfully in the dark." He
shivered and looked up. "Hallo, look at the trees. There's
another of those whirlwind things on the way."
Peter stopped. Over to the south the tops of the trees
were bending and waving while the air in the camp was
cold and still. Then sudden gusts of wind came across the
camp, catching at windows left loosely open, blowing up
spouts of sand, snatching at the washing h u n g on lines outside the huts. The swastika over the Kommandantur flared
out suddenly, then drooped again.
" I ' m going in to shut the windows," Peter said. "Left
the food on the table. Coming?"
"I'll stay and watch," John said.
He shivered again as Peter hurried off. The whole camp
had come to life. Prisoners dashing out of the huts and
snatching washing from the lines, windows slamming. By
now the nearest trees were bowing to the wind and John
moved into shelter behind a hut as the fine sand whipped
across and stung his legs.
Here she comes, he thought, and quickened his pace,
reaching the side of the h u t as the whirling column of dust
and sand left the trees and swept towards the wire. Leaves
and bits of paper were caught up and flvmg into the air and
as he watched a large sheet of newspaper whirled upwards,
m o u n t i n g the spiral, up and up, fifty or sixty feet, floating
and staggering; crowning the whirlwind as it hit the camp.
The nearest goon box was enveloped in a cloud of sand and
John had a sudden impulse to rush the wire while the sentry
was blinded.
In a moment it was all over. The fine dust still h u n g
in the air but the sand was gone and the rushing in the
trees had fallen to a sigh.
Far away from the camp the piece of newspaper was
floating downwards and, as he watched, it drifted on to the
tops of the pines, h u n g absurdly for a moment and then
slipped out of sight.
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like being over Berlin, Peter thought. Just the same feeling
of naked vulnerability.
Once they heard a dog bark; a short sharp yelp of rage
that made them grin nervously in the darkness as they
squirmed towards the hut.
There was more than the usual noise coming from the
h u t that night. A carefully orchestrated background to
drown the sound of their working. Peter knew that every
blackout shutter in the hut was unfastened, that men were
waiting in every room to drag them inside should they have
to bolt for it.
They gained the h u t without being discovered and
buried the timber and the trowel in the sand under it.
The next morning Peter went along to the camp theatre
to borrow some tools, while John canvassed the compound
for prisoners who were willing to vault.
The camp theatre was a large room formed by removing
two of the partition walls in one of the centre huts. A low
stage bad been built at one end of the room. Behind the
stage was a small dark recess used as dressing-room, property room and carpenter's shop.
For some weeks past he had been helping to construct
and paint the scenery for the next dramatic show. It was
made up of narrow "flats"wooden frames covered with
thin brown paper. If the covering of the frames was done
on a damp day the paper contracted when the weather
changed and split. If the covering was done on a dry day
the paper expanded and sagged. It was a usual thing to
paint an entire "flat" one evening and return the following
m o r n i n g to find it split from top to bottom.
He found Mclntyre, the stage carpenter, making easy
chairs from the plywood chests in which the Red Cross
games arrived from England.
"'Morning, Mac," he said.
Mclntyre was a typical stage carpenter, taciturn, pessimistic, and a genius at improvisation. He grunted.
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" T o Stop me falling down the hole." The wing commander replied without looking up from his work.
" No, I don't mean the piece of wood. I mean the hole
itself."
" Oh, that!" He straightened himself. " That's part of an
air-conditioning plant I'm fitting."
" H o w will it work?"
" I ' m fitting a fan under the floor. I've got the parts of
it here." He pointed to a wheel with propellor-like blades
cut from plywood. " The fan is driven by a belt and pulley
from a large wheel under the floor. A shaft runs from the
wheel up through the floor to the top of the work bench. I
shall have this old gramophone turntable mounted on the
top of the shaft. The winding-handle of the gramophone
will be fixed to the turntable as a crank. When the room
gets too hot I merely turn the handle and cold air is driven
up through the hole in the floor. The hot air leaves through
another hole I'm going to cut near the ceiling."
" Why don't you use the gramophone motor to drive the
fan?" Peter asked.
"Oh, the motor's broken. I used the parts to make a
clock."
"Wait till the goons see it. They'll be after you for
damage to Reich property."
"They have." The wing commander said it with satisfaction. "The Feldwebel came round this morning and
started screaming at me in German. I told him to push ofi^
and bring someone who spoke English. Then a Gefreiter
came crawling under the h u t and tried to nail the hole up
from underneath. I pranced around stamping on his fingers.
He went away after a bit and came back with a Lager
Ofiizier. I'm going into the cooler for fourteen days."
"It's a wonder they don't take your tools away."
The wing commander looked cunning. "Look at this."
He pointed to a tool-rack fixed to the wall over the workbench. "Have a look at these tools."
Peter examined the tools. Every one was phoney. It
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