Toyota Land Cruiser Prado ESM Workshop Manual [2014 - 2019 ]

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 "What's all this? ... Great Scot! Where on earth ... I say, Ken, it's
Ginger!"
"Shut up and go to sleep."
 "It's Ginger, I tell you. Wake up, man. In a German uniform!"
"Ginger, did you say?" cried Kenneth, joining him. "Well, I'm
jiggered!"
 Ginger, a spoon in one hand, a hunk of bread in the other,
grinned as they rushed to him, clapped him on the back, shook each
an arm.
"Don't choke me, mates," he spluttered. "Let me finish this
soup, and I'll tell you a story as beats cock-fighting."
 "Tuck in. They starved you, I suppose--the brutes!" said Harry.
"Let's get our coats, Ken: it's chilly. Bonnard will make up the fire."
Presently, sitting around the fire, they listened to Ginger's story.
 "I was sitting on the wing of that aeroplane, thinking of the
missus and kids, when all of a sudden I was knocked head over tip
from behind. When I came to myself, there was I strapped in the
aeroplane, going through the sky like an express train. We came
down in the village over yonder, and they lugged me to a colonel,
and he asked me a heap of questions, and of course I wouldn't
answer, and then they hauled me to a room, took away my belt and
bay'net and boots, and locked me in. Here's the end of my
milingtary career, thinks I, and only a lance-corporal!
"They gave me some black bread, like gingerbread without the
ginger, and some slops they called coffee; I called it dishwater. I
wondered how long I'd last on fare like that. But just before morning
I was woke by a touch on my face, thought it was a mouse, slapped
my hand up, and heard a little voice say 'Oh!' If I could only speak
French like you! It was the woman of the house. She let me out and
took me down to the cellar, and said something which I took to
mean she'd give me the tip when to get away, but it might have
been something else for all I know. Anyway, she didn't come back."
 "A very unsafe place, I should think, with Germans," said
Kenneth.
"There you're wrong. For why? 'Cos there was no wine there.
The cellar was empty. Hadn't been used for an age, I should think. It
was almost pitch dark; just a little air through some holes at the top
of the wall. Well, there I was. The woman had given me some pang
and fromarge, and a so of o--rummy lingo the French, ain't it?--and
for I don't know how long I waited, thinking she'd come back and
tell me the coast was clear. But she didn't, and knowing the
Germans were all over the village I didn't dare to stir of my own
accord. Besides, when you're expecting something, you don't trouble
for a time. I was so sure the woman would come when she could.
 "Down there in the dark, of course, I'd no notion of how time
was going. I heard guns booming every now and again, and sounds
in the house above, and being pretty easy in my mind, as I say, I
dropped off to sleep. When I woke I finished off my grub, waiting as
patient as a monument for the word to clear. Whether it was night or
day I couldn't tell: there seemed to be someone moving about the
house all the time. At last I got hungry and mortal sick of being
alone in the dark, and began to wonder what I'd do if she didn't
come back. Thought I'd try and have a look round. I felt my way to
the door, and came to the bottom of the staircase. It was light up
above, and I heard the Germans talking overhead, and didn't dare
go up. I decided to wait till night and try again. I went to that
staircase a dozen times, I should think, before night; the day
seemed extra long; and even when night came I was dished, for a
lamp was burning, and there were more voices than ever, and I
heard someone playing a flute. I guessed they'd sacked the woman
for letting me go, and smiled to myself at their hunting like mad for
me all over the place.
"But it was no smiling matter there, I can tell you. I didn't sleep
a wink that night, but kept on going to the staircase on the chance
they were napping above. Not they! And I was getting hungrier and
hungrier, and thirsty!--I never knew before what thirst was. I felt
seedy, and a banging in my head, and couldn't keep still, going
round and round that cellar till I was nearly mad."
 "Why didn't you break out when we stormed the village?" asked
Kenneth.
"How was I to know about that?"
 "There must have been a terrific row," said Harry. "Close by,
too."
"If I'd known I'd have been out like a shot, you bet. But I guess
how it was. I must have got fair worn out with traipsing round and
round, and fallen asleep at last, and when you go to sleep like that,
nothing on earth 'ud wake you. 'Specially being used to the sound of
guns in the trenches. Anyway, when I woke up, I was so mad for
food that I said to myself I'd get out somehow and chance it. I went
to the staircase; there was a light above, so I knew it was night, and
I began to crawl up. But there was a footstep on the passage, and
down I went again, but not into the cellar; that gave me the horrors.
I sat in the dark at the foot of the staircase, in the hope there'd be
quiet above in time.
 "Well, I waited hours, it seemed. I heard laughing and talking,
and knives and forks going, and that made me mad. I was just going
to make a dash for it when I heard the Germans going along to the
door. I didn't hardly dare to hope they'd all clear out, but I waited a
bit, and all was quite still, and I crawled up on hands and knees so
the stairs shouldn't creak. What I was afraid was that the servants
were in the kitchen, but there wasn't a sound; and I crept along the
passage.
"There was two doors, one on each side, open. On the right was
the room where the officers had been dining. The sight of that table
was too much for me, famished as I was. I must eat if I died for it. I
was just a-going to begin when a little sound almost made me jump
out of my skin. I snatched up a carving knife and whipped round,
and there, across the passage, in the room opposite, was an officer
writing at a table, with his back to me. Quick as lightning I thought if
I could only get into his uniform I'd have a chance of getting
through their lines in the dark. I listened: the house was quiet as a
graveyard: and with the carving knife in my hand I stole across the
passage."
 He described his brief operations with the German lieutenant
and his subsequent proceedings.
"And all I want now," he concluded, "is a photo of that
Frenchwoman to send to the missus, and I hope she've come to no
harm."
 "You're a trump, Ginger," cried Harry, clapping him on the back.
"You've certainly won that Iron Cross."
"It'll do for the kids to play with," remarked Ginger. "Myself, I
wouldn't wear the thing the Kaiser gives away by the ton. Ah! I said
I only wanted one thing, but there's another."
 "What's that?"
"Why, to find that farmer that helped the German chap to strap
me to the aeroplane. And he pretended to help us hunt for him. He's
a spy, that's what he is."
 "He was taken into our lines. I don't know what became of
him," said Kenneth. "You must tell the captain to-morrow all about
it, and he'll make enquiries. You must be fagged; get to bed. Our
men will be jolly glad to have you back again."
Ginger's feat made him the hero of the battalion. The colonel
promoted him full corporal, and sent a messenger at once to the
Wessex regiment to enquire what had become of the farmer. The
reply was that the French authorities had nothing against the man,
who had lived in the neighbourhood for years, and he had been
allowed to return to his farm. Colonel Appleton at once resolved to
arrest him.
 "We had better do everything in order," he said, to Captain
Adams. "We're in France, and the authorities might feel hurt if we
dispensed with them. I'll get the police commissaire of the district to
take the matter up as there are no French military officers within
thirty miles: it will save time. Tell the Three Musketeers to be ready
to go with him to identify the man."
Later in the day the summons came. The three men found
Captain Adams in the company of a stout little spectacled
functionary, resplendent in a tri-colour sash, and two red-trousered
gendarmes. The police commissary not being on the spot, the maire
of the neighbouring town had undertaken the task. He had been a
sergeant in the army of 1870, and was full of zeal. A motor-car was
in waiting. Into this the party crowded. Ginger, clad in a new uniform
with the double stripe on his sleeve, fraternised with the gendarmes
at once, and conversed with them on the back seat in a wonderful
jargon. Kenneth and Harry, as more accomplished in French, sat with
the maire in front.
 He was a fussy little man, proud of his antiquated military
experience. Inclined to dilate on the details of his service under Mac
Mahon, he was adroitly led by Kenneth to the business in hand.
Then he was full of tactics and strategy.
"We must proceed by surprise, messieurs," he said. "That is a
sound principle. I know the place well. We will stop at some distance
from the farm house, and advance through the wood in skirmishing
order, myself in the centre, the gendarmes supporting me, and you
English gentlemen on the flanks. Thus we will converge upon the
rear of the farm house, taking care to arrive simultaneously, and
carry the place by a coup de main."
 It occurred to Kenneth that there were defects in this plan, and
that their object was to arrest a spy, not to carry a fortress. But he
deemed it best to say nothing. The maire evidently liked the sound
of his own voice, and was bursting with elation at having the
conduct, after forty years, of what he regarded as a military
operation.
"By this means," he went on, "we shall cut off the enemy from
his line of retreat, which would afford him good cover if he could
reach it. That I take to be sound tactics, messieurs."
 About a mile from the farm house, on a hillside above the wood
behind it, they came upon a shepherd tending two or three sheep.
He looked up as the car ran up the hill, called out, "Bon soir,
monsieur le maire!" and watched the car as it descended on the
other side. It stopped at the foot, the six men got out, and set off
across the field towards the wood. The shepherd, a big man with a
wart on his nose, instantly took to his heels, and running downhill on
the near slope, out of sight of the maire's party, made at full speed
for the wood, about a quarter of a mile from the spot where the
maire would enter it.
Meanwhile the maire had halted, and was impressively declaring
his final instructions.
 "You will advance cautiously through the wood, with the silence
of foxes. Take cover, but preserve a good line: that is a sound
principle. When you hear my whistle, advance at the double,
converging on the centre--that is myself. It is well understood?"
Kenneth explained all this to Ginger, who rubbed his mouth and
said:
 "He don't happen to be General Joffre, I suppose! I reckon we
three 'ud do better without him."
"We're under orders," replied Kenneth. "We must look out for
our chance. Of course he ought to have sent some of us to the other
side."