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Chapter 30

           "Comeoneatatime,"Isaidandstartedacrossthebridge.Iwatchedthetiesandtherailsforanytrip-wiresorsignsofexplosivebutIsawnothing.Downbelowthegapsinthetiestheriverranmuddyandfast.AheadacrossthewetcountrysideIcouldseeUdineintherain.AcrossthebridgeIlookedback.Justuptheriverwasanotherbridge.AsIwatched,ayellowmud-coloredmotorcarcrossedit.Thesidesofthebridgewerehighandthebodyofthecar,onceon,wasoutofsight.ButIsawtheheadsofthedriver,themanontheseatwithhim,andthetwomenontherearseat.TheyallworeGermanhelmets.Thenthecarwasoverthebridgeandoutofsightbehindthetreesandtheabandonedvehiclesontheroad.IwavedtoAymowhowascrossingandtotheotherstocomeon.Iclimbeddownandcrouchedbesidetherailwayembankment.Aymocamedownwithme.

           "Didyouseethecar?"Iasked.

           "No.Wewerewatchingyou."

           "AGermanstaffcarcrossedontheupperbridge."

           "Astaffcar?"

           "Yes."

           "HolyMary."

           Theotherscameandweallcrouchedinthemudbehindtheembankment,lookingacrosstherailsatthebridge,thelineoftrees,theditchandtheroad.

           "Doyouthinkwe’recutoffthen,Tenente?"

           "Idon’tknow.AllIknowisaGermanstaffcarwentalongthatroad."

           "Youdon’tfeelfunny,Tenente?Youhaven’tgotstrangefeelingsinthehead?"

           "Don’tbefunny,Bonello."

           "Whataboutadrink?"Pianiasked."Ifwe’recutoffwemightaswellhaveadrink."Heunhookedhiscanteenanduncorkedit.

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