“Take him,” indicating the wounded Hardy, “to the hospital, and see that his wounds are attended to and that he is well guarded.” To Jack he added: “Come with me.”
Together they ascended the steps and passed through the door of the building. Into a large and handsomely appointed room the officer led his captive. At a large desk at one end of the apartment sat a large, ruddy-faced man in uniform, his straps, to Jack’s educated eye, proclaiming his rank as that of general.
The general arose to his feet as the officer and Jack approached him.
“And what have we here?” he demanded, in a loud, booming voice.
“I captured this young English officer in the act of carrying an enemy from Danish soil,” replied the officer, saluting. “It was a violation of our neutrality, so I placed him under arrest.”
“Good,” said the general; “and the other man?”
“He is in the hospital, sir.”
“Hospital? Do you mean to say that they were fighting on Danish soil?”
“As to that I couldn’t say, sir,” replied the officer. “I heard shots, but I did not see them fired.”
The general turned abruptly to Jack.