Page 45 - Fanget I Tiden oversættelse - caught in time (komplet)-converted

With contempt, the general superintendent thought how the squatty farmer

wandered after him. They reached the young Stormann who was sitting on a
lookout spot by an old oak tree. From here there was free view of the entire

excavation. Bernard Ferst ignored the son’s fascinated staring at his artificial

nose. He approached both father and son with a stern attitude.
"There’s no need for the prisoners anymore. The unit that came today takes over

the work. "

"Where should they work? I appreciate that they do not stay here at the farm.
They’re worn out. Give them to somebody else or let them go," Walther

Stormann said. Dieter didn’t say a word.
Was the old peasant really so naive that he thought he would relocate the men or

give them their freedom? Bernard Ferst hid a sigh. And assured the drunken

Stormann that the farmer was free from the revolutionary workers. He called
Osten, who stood close by, smoking.

"Would you be kind to make sure to pick up the seven pounds of gasoline? They

must be used now. "
Herman Osten immediately gave the order, and in a hurry one of the

adjudicators jumped in a car and drove back to the farm. Then he waited for
Walther and Dieter Stormann, both of whom stood speechless, immovable.

"Drive home to the farm."

The young Stormann grabbed his father and led him to the old Mercedes.
With rigid steps, Ferst approached the guards who were watching the

excavation. Right now there were no men who acted out. With a few orders, he

got the guards to line up and getting ready to shoot.
Then he roared to the workers in the pit.

"Your time here has ended. You are not needed anymore. Dismissed"

Immediately panic erupted. The men threw their shovels and tried to push their
way out of the soil-depths. Others pleaded for their lives, some tried to cover

themselves with sand as protection from the bullets that would eventually

penetrate their bodies.
With a smile, Bernard Ferst gave the order, and the noise of six Mauser rifles,

almost instantly fired into the mob of workers, broke the air.
"Shoot," he shouted again.