“Oh, I’ll come peaceably enough,” said Jack. “But what will be done with me?”
“You’ll not be harmed, be sure of that; but the chances are that you will not be allowed to leave the country until after the war. And it seems to me that you should be glad of that.”
“Well, I’m not,” said Jack warmly.
“No,” said the officer, “I don’t suppose you are.”
He turned to the wounded Hardy and stirred his prostrate form with his foot.
“Ugh!” he ejaculated. “I have no use for a traitor, be he English or German.”
He turned to his men.
“Pick him up and bring him along,” he commanded.
Two of the soldiers did as ordered, and the party started off, the Danish officer and Jack in the lead.
“What’s the name of this place you are taking me to?” demanded Jack, as they walked along.