“Great Scott!” he whispered. “Look! We are right in the middle of them!”
It was true. Ahead of them, in a long line running in each direction, the boys could see figures sprawled on the ground. It was a German force sleeping. There was not the sign of a light, a tent, or a hut. Here and there the boys could make out the dim form of a sentry flitting about.
“We have certainly got into a mess,” whispered Hal.
“We have that,” replied Chester. “Shall we make another detour?”
Hal thought for a few moments.
“I believe the best way is to try and go right through them without being seen,” he replied at length. “There is no telling how far this line stretches out, and if we didn’t get around them by daylight it would be all off with us.”
“But the sentries?” asked Chester.
“Well, we shall have to dispose of anyone who sees us without being heard. That’s all there is about it.”
“All right, then,” said Chester. “We might as well move at once.”
The plan was outlined to the men and they went forward. A moment and they were in the midst of the sleeping Germans. It was plain now that the line of sleepers stretched out for some distance, but that it was not very deep. Three minutes undiscovered and they would be through safely.