"I wonder why he does not ask us to come into his house?" queried
Dicky after the boys had been two days in the shed. "It seems to be
big enough---even what's left of it---to have plenty of hiding places
in it, judging from what I can see of it out of this hole in the roof."
"He probably has his reasons," was Bob's reply.
That he had was proven the next day, when a squad of German soldiers
came and spent an hour searching the house. One of them glanced in
the doorway of the shed, but did not come inside. Seeing the bare
surroundings, it evidently did not occur to him to glance upward.
That night, when the Belgian brought their food, he told them that
his house was searched periodically, though as yet no one had been
discovered in hiding there.
Impatiently, they spent a week on the hard boards of the loft in the
shed. At last their host was ready for them to move on. He gave
them a map of the country, on which he marked the route and their
stopping places. After six hours' steady march through a driving
downpour they found another shed, in just the place that had been
described to them before starting.
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