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fortable here," he said. "You can sleep in the bunks for the
next two nights and then you will have to go down in the
bilges again. It is not very comfortable down there, I
think."
"It's not too bad," John said. "We're not used to the
movement yet."
" It will get worse," Sigmund said. " We get very rough
crossings at this time of the year. It will be better when
we are among the islands."
" Where shall we go when we get to Copenhagen ?" Peter
asked.
" You will either be hidden in the town or you will come
with me to the Resistance. It will depend on the sailors.
Sometimes our boats have to hide because of German
patrols. We must wait until we reach Copenhagen before
we know. It will all be arranged. You are with us now.
It is for Mr. Olsen to decide."
"Who's Mr. Olsen?"
"There is no such person as Mr. Olsen. It is the name
we give to the leader of the Resistance. I do not know his
real name. I do not wish to talk about the Resistance."
They spent the rest of the day sitting in the forecastle
playing cards, sleeping and eating the eggs and bacon that
Petersen cooked on the small cast-iron stove. As Sigmund
had predicted, the weather worsened as the day passed and
by the evening the ship was rolling so much that the two
passengers were glad to climb into their bunks.
The next day was just as rough. They could not eat
breakfast but lay in their bunks waiting for the time to
pass. Now they had time to think about the future. To
Peter, sick as he was, it seemed that in Denmark they would
be little better off than they had been in Germany. In
Denmark they would be in the hands of the Resistance
Movement. They would act without knowing the cause or
the meaning of their actions. They would merely do as
they were told, without knowing or considering the wisdom
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" How will they take us off in a small boat ?" Peter asked.
" It will be difficult. The captain has been given a rendezvous. The ship docks early to-morrow morning. During the
night we shall meet the boat and she will take us off. If we
miss her, we are all finished. For myself, I shall go overboard during the night and try to swim to the shore. It
will be better than a concentration camp."
"We could take a lifeboat," John suggested.
" T h a t we cannot do. They would see that a boat was
missing and shoot the captain. We shall not appear on the
books and it will not involve him. But we cannot take a
boat."
They spent the rest of the day and the night waiting
anxiously for the boat. The wind was rising and they were
both sick again.
Before daybreak the engines slowed down and they went
on deck. There was a heavy sea running and it was raining.
The wind breaking the tops of the waves sent a fine spray
of salt water sweeping across the ship. The rain was slanting
down as a solid sheet; but the sea spray was horizontal, a
fine stinging horizontal spray of drenching wetness. The
sky was a few feet above the sea, solid and black, and the
wind howled through the rigging as the ship nosed down
into the sea.
"It's a bit rough!" Peter shouted. "Never get a small
boat out in this."
They stood by the rail, the spray stinging in their faces,
straining their eyes for a sight of the boat.
"I don't like it," John said. "We'll never swim in
this."
The ship was rolling in the sea like an old tub. In the
faint light of the early morning they could see the whitecrested waves riding past them, breaking and blowing and
spraying in the wind. At one moment the ship was poised
forty feet in the air and in the next she was sinking down,
down, as though she would never rise again. But she did
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rise, shaking the sea from her decks and wallowing on, her
engines barely giving her steering way.
"There she is!" Sigmund shouted.
Peter had just time to see a red star shell curve down
into the sea. "They'll have the coastal patrol on us!" he
said.
As he spoke there was a swoosh behind him and a rocket
went rushing up into the night. There was an answering
star shell from the boat and then they could see her tossing
like a cork on the waves.
"We will have to jump," Sigmund said. "They will not
get alongside in a sea like this." He went down to the forecastle and returned with three lifebelts. "Wear these. We
will jump one by one. Do not jump until you see they have
picked up the man before you. You go first!" he told John.
The boat came round to their lee side. She carried a
small searchlight which she played on the water between
them.
"Over you go!" Sigmund ordered.
John held his nose and jumped. He fell into the water
between the ship's side and the boat and was hauled on
board as the boat fell rapidly astern. Presently she was up
with them again.
"You next!" Sigmund said.
Peter climbed the rail and stood looking down on the
black sea. Choosing the moment when the ship was in a
trough he jumped far out from the side of the ship towards
the boat.
The sea was not cold at first. But then the coldness
gripped him. He struck out for the boat, wildly, his lungs
full of salt water, terrified and clumsy. They had some
difiiculty pulling him into the boat. Then he was lying in
the bottom of the boat and someone was forcing brandy
between his teeth.
Sigmund joined them in the bottom of the boat. The
engine was put to " full ahead" and they were plunging and
bouncing towards the shore.
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