His blowing off steam made noise enough so that my jump and my footsteps weren't heard." One of Dick's feet, moving exploringly, touched a stone.

Bending over and groping, he found three fair-sized stones.
"Good enough!" he thought, picking them up.

"Sooner or later, to-night, wandering around in an American uniform, I'm going to be heard and halted.

I'll throw these stones at the sentry who tries to halt me, and then he'll fire.

After he shoots there'll be no German prison ahead for me!" This wasn't exactly a thought in the cheerful class, yet Prescott smiled.