Then the comrades began to push the coco pans out of the mine.
“I will count to one hundred and twenty, mon ami, and you do the same,” said Juin to Fritz Mundt as he passed him.
“Oui, mon officier, one, two...”
Juin and Mundt started to count together.
The coco pans were slowly pushed to the mouth of the mine. There were two men at each coco pan. This made eight altogether.
“One hundred and fifteen, one hundred and sixteen, one hundred and seventeen,” said Fritz Mundt. He smiled at Podolski, who walked beside him. “We worked it out very well, mon ami,” he told Podolski. “Here we are at the mouth of the mine.”
The moment Fritz and Podolski appeared with their coco pan at the mouth of the mine, something happened further to the rear.
Saud, the Arab, fell in with Juin and the two start
