The course of the fighting had taken Frank and his comrades in the vicinity of the farmhouse where they had rounded up the German lieutenant and his squad.  But it was a very different place now from what it had been when they had first seen it.  Shells had torn away part of the roof, and the attic lay open to the sky.  But the farmer and his family still stayed there although in daily peril of their lives.  They lived and slept in the cellar, which was the only place that afforded them a chance of safety.