CHAPTER XXV.
DOOMED TO DIE.
It was a bitter disappointment to Jack, but he felt he could do nothing but submit. True, he thought to himself, he could probably have attacked the German commander, and perhaps have overcome him; but there was Frank to be considered, and his own injured right arm. No, he felt he could do nothing but submit.
"Very well, sir," he answered the German, "but first you will please permit me to see to my friend."
He indicated Frank's prostrate form across the room. The German saw it then for the first time and nodded assent.
"Also," said Jack, "it would be well if you did not permit that man," indicating Davis, "to escape. He is a traitor."
"So?" exclaimed the officer.
He drew his revolver and mounted guard over Davis.
"There is really no use my guarding you," he said. "Half a dozen of my men are below, so you could hardly escape."
In the meantime Jack bent over Frank and raised his chum's head to his knee. Then he arose, asked permission of the German to leave the room for water. The permission was granted and Jack returned a moment later, his cap filled with water.