“Why,” Chester broke in, “we sent it over a precipice that it might not fall into the hands of the Germans.”
“You did, eh?” said the German officer. “Well, I shall attend to your case in the morning. Orderly! See that these prisoners are carefully guarded, and have them brought to me the first thing in the morning. Perhaps they may be induced to give me the information I require.”
“You won’t get any information out of us,” said Chester angrily.
“Won’t I?” replied the officer, with a sneer. “We shall see. Take them away.”
The two lads were led to a small field tent and thrust inside, with a guard on the outside.
“Well, here we are again,” said Chester, with a faint smile. “What do you suppose will be done with us if we refuse to divulge what the general wants to know?”
“I’m sure I don’t know,” was Hal’s reply, “but I am afraid we are in for it this time. I have never taken much stock in the tales I have heard of the barbarous treatment of the Germans toward their prisoners, but one look at the general’s face was enough to convince me that he would stop at nothing to gain his end.”
“The same thought struck me, too,” agreed Chester. “But, one thing is certain, he’ll get no information out of me.”
“Nor out of me, either,” declared Hal.