We were due to leave next morning early.
In the evening we prepared ourselves to square accounts with Himmelstoss.
We had sworn for weeks past to do this.
Kropp had even gone so far as to propose entering the postal service in peacetime in order to be Himmelstoss's superior when he became a postman again.
He revelled in the thought of how he would grind him.
It was this that made it impossible for him to crush us altogether—we always reckoned that later, at the end of the war, we would have our revenge on him.
In the meantime we decided to give him a good hiding.
What could he do to us anyhow if he didn't recognize us and we left early in the morning?
We knew which pub he used to visit every evening.
Returning to the barracks he had to go along a dark, uninhabited road.
There we waited for him behind a pile of stones.
I had a bed-cover with me.
We trembled with suspense, hoping he would be alone.
At last we heard his footstep, which we recognized easily, so often had we heard it in the mornings as the door flew open and he bawled:
"Get up!"
"Alone?" whispered Kropp.
"Alone."
I slipped round the pile of stones with Tjaden. Himmelstoss seemed a little elevated; he was singing. His belt-buckle gleamed. He came on unsuspectingly.
We seized the bed-cover, made a quick leap, threw it over his head from behind and pulled it round him so that he stood there in a white sack unable to raise his arms.
The singing stopped.
The next moment Haie Westhus was there, and spreading his arms he shoved us back in order to be first in.
He put himself in position with evident satisfaction, raised his arm like a signal-mast and his hand like a coal-shovel and fetched such a blow on the white sack as would have felled an ox.
Himmelstoss was thrown down, he rolled five yards and started to yell.
But we were prepared for that and had brought a cushion.
Haie squatted down, laid the cushion on his knees, felt where Himmelstoss's head was and pressed it down on the pillow.
Immediately his voice was muffled.
Haie let him get a gasp of air every so often, when he would give a mighty yell that was immediately hushed.
Tjaden unbuttoned Himmelstoss's braces and pulled down his trousers, holding the whip meantime in his teeth.
Then he stood up and set to work.
It was a wonderful picture: Himmelstoss on the ground; Haie bending over him with a fiendish grin and his mouth open with bloodlust, Himmelstoss's head on his knees; then the convulsed striped drawers, the knock knees, executing at every blow most original movements in the lowered breeches, and towering over them like a woodcutter the indefatigable Tjaden.
In the end we had to drag him away to get our turn.
Finally Haie stood Himmelstoss on his feet again and gave one last personal remonstrance.
As he stretched out his right arm preparatory to giving him a box on the ear he looked as if he were going to reach down a star.
Himmelstoss toppled over.
Haie stood him up again, made ready and fetched him a second, well-aimed beauty with the left hand.
Himmelstoss yelled and made off on all fours.
His striped postman's backside gleamed in the moonlight.
We disappeared at full speed.
Haie looked round once again and said wrathfully, satisfied and rather mysteriously:
"Revenge is black-pudding."
Himmelstoss ought to have been pleased; his saying that we should each educate one another had borne fruit for himself.
We had become successful students of his method.
He never discovered whom he had to thank for the business.
At any rate he scored a bed-cover out of it; for when we returned a few hours later to look for it, it was no longer to be found.
That evening's work made us more or less content to leave next morning.
And an old buffer was pleased to describe us as "young heroes."
FOUR
We have to go up on wiring fatigue.
The motor lorries roll up after dark.
We climb in.