With a grim nod and chuckle the spotter stepped away from the binoculars. Pug’s eyes were watering from the wind; he put them to the eyepieces and the Germans on the riverbank leaped into sight, blurry and small, still at the same work. “Doesn’t it give you an eerie feeling?” Pam said, stroking the cat. “They’re so calm about it.”
