A soldier loped across the road to report that the hound had found an underground hideout behind the farmhouse. “Excellent! The captain will be happy if we bag a cache of Viet Minh weapons.” “No, no!” Tuyet cried. “They’re just farmers. They have three small children.” “Farmers don’t have underground shelters,” the man scoffed. Tuyet had no reply. She had not known her neighbors had a secret hiding place.
