WORRALS ON THE WAR-PATH
by Captain W. E. Johns
XIII. MAKING FOR THE MOUNTAINS (Pages 131 – 141)
Common sense tells Worrals that all
petrol must have been seized by the Germans and what there was would be
restricted to people on official business.
As she did not come into that category, there was a strong likelihood
that she would be stopped and she had no identification papers, nor even a
map. Asking for directions, she takes
the road to Florac when she has some luck which at first seems bad but turns
out to be good. She runs out of
petrol. Not wanting the motor cycle to
be discovered as it would give away her position, she pushes it over the
precipice and throws the dust coat after it.
Ten minutes later and now walking, she is stopped and questioned about a
girl on a motor cycle wearing a dust coat.
Evidently, the gendarme has discovered his loss and the hunt is on for
her. Worrals says she lives in Florac
and is allowed to pass. She checks the
time as she does so and it is 8.15 pm.
Bill is due to arrive at midnight and she must still be 8 or 10 miles
distant. After about 2 miles, Worrals
gets a lift with a lorry load of troops and has to go in the back with
them. They are heading for La
Malene. The men are all in French
uniforms, but Worrals suspects they are Germans or Alsatians from the German
frontier. Officially, there are no
German troops in the unoccupied zone.
The N.C.O. of the troops comments that these parts are full of spies
“but they won't be much longer”. Worrals
wants to be dropped off before the village but the lorry doesn't stop and goes
all the way to the police station. Here,
Worrals sees the French general and one of the policemen she held up when she
rescued Lucien. Worrals says to the
N.C.O. that he might get into trouble for letting her ride in the lorry and so
she remains concealed until she has a chance to slip out unnoticed. She then sets off on the path that led to the
causse, anxious to send a signal to abort the landing planned for that night,
in view of the arrival of the troops.
Finding their base in the darkness, Worrals searches for the cave
entrance only it has gone! Where it
should be, there is just rock.
Bewildered, Worrals stands in the darkness and hears a dry, rasping
cough.