“Help yourselves, mon Sergent,” says Brigitte Bonnet, “but make sure that your men do not overindulge. I do not want to be molested.” She walks swaying to the hut’s wall, lies down, and promptly falls asleep.
mon SergentThe men are stunned.
“Where does she find this stuff?” Podolski asks in amazement. “Is there a bar somewhere in the desert?”
“I know,” says Teuns. “She went back to the jeep. So they must have had this in the jeep.”
“Yes, but why did she come back?” Fritz Mundt asks. “There is something fishy going on here.”
Catroux looks at the four bottles of cognac, the tins, and the hard bread.
“I do not think you men realize that we have been saved, mes amis,” the sergeant says, with a happy expression on his swarthy face. “If we are careful with this stuff, we might be able to m
