mon ami“Only your bones will be left,” Fritz adds.
“If we only had some light,” Jack Ritchie laments.
“You are not in Piccadilly right now, Englishman,” Petacci remarks.
“Just listen to them,” says Catroux, and the men can hear the constant squeaking and rustling as probably thousands of them are waiting underneath the stone.
“Now we are between two fires,” Fritz says, spitting in the hay.
“And now I can understand why the Arabs do not care about this door if they know about it. They understand that we would not risk escaping through the tunnel if we had made our acquaintance with the rats. These yellow beaks are not as stupid as we think, mes amis.”
mes amis“Is there nothing we can do then?” Petacci asks, and he sounds angry. “Here, we have a chance to escape, and we cannot do it be
