CHAPTER 6SHOCKS
The following morning Frecks awoke to the smell of coffee and dry toast, to discover Worrals squatting in front of a small wood fire holding a piece of dark-coloured bread on the end of a twig. Through the entrance she saw that it was just getting light.
“Where did you get the firewood?” she inquired, as she rose and stretched stiff limbs.
“Louis brought it,” answered Worrals. “Also a few joints of cold rabbit.”
“I’m not much for rabbit,” announced Frecks.
“When you’ve had lapin rôti à la Provençal you may change your mind,” predicted Worrals, turning her toast.
“Any news?”
“I’ve had a signal. Bill is coming tonight. He aims to arrive at midnight.”
“That means we shan’t get much sleep.”
“You can sleep all day if you like.”
“Where are the boys?”
“Gone down to the
