“And what do you suppose will be done with us eventually?” asked Chester.
“Why,” was the reply, “I suppose you will be treated as all other prisoners of war. You probably will be sent to Berlin.”
“Back to Berlin!” exclaimed Chester in deep disgust.
“Back to Berlin!” repeated Hal, and he punctured his exclamation with a long whistle. “Great Scott!”
CHAPTER XXX.
A NEW FRIEND.
It was indeed a sad word to the ears of the two young American lads. As Hal said, they had had trouble enough getting out of Berlin at the outbreak of the war, and had almost been forced back to the German capital once before. To be prisoners of war in Berlin certainly would be an inglorious finish to their military careers.
“I would rather go to any one other spot on the map,” Chester told his chum. “Berlin! Can you imagine being cooped up there and never even knowing what is going on?”