Ten or twelve men were sitting round a fire on a distant hillside. They all stood up when the vehicles went by. Lampard had put his captured Mercedes truck at the front and Malplacket’s Fiat station-wagon at the tail, and he hoped the dust would obscure what was in between. He waved, and a couple of Germans waved back. Lester saw them, and he too waved. “Bunch of krauts back there,” he said. He amazed himself by his bravery. Later they passed another foot-patrol. “Bip your horn,” Lampard said. The driver did, twice, and almost everyone waved. “All a matter of confidence,” Lampard said. It was dark when they stopped near the coast road. Lampard walked to the rear. “Parting of the ways,” he told Lester and Malplacket. “Turn right and Benghazi’s twenty kilometers up the road. We’ll wait at the rendezvous until forty-eight hours from now, not a minute longer.” The rendezvous was a grid reference in the desert. “If anyone stops you, tell them you’re staff officers.
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