"Oh—— But what can I say? I don't know anything. I don't believe Tom Cameron would be tricky—not a bit. And as for selling out to the Boches——"
"What do you mean?" almost shrieked the girl. "Are you crazy, Charlie Bragg?"
"There you go," he grumbled. "I told you I didn't know anything—for sure. But I heard some gossip."
"About Tom?"
"I didn't know it was about Tom. And I don't know now. But what you say about how funny those chaps acted——"
"Do explain!" begged Ruth. "Come right out with it, Charlie."
"Why, I heard a chap had been accused of giving information to the enemy. Yes. One of our own chaps—an American. It's said he met a Boche spy on listening post—right out there between the lines. He was seen twice."
"Not Tom?"
"No name told when I heard it. First a fellow saw him talking to a figure that stole away toward the German line. This fellow told his top sergeant, and toppy told his captain. They waited and watched. Three men saw the same thing happen. They were going to have the blamed traitor up before the brass hats when all of a sudden he disappeared."
"Who disappeared?" gasped Ruth Fielding.