One of the Canadians drew out a cigarette and lighted it.
"Might as well be comfortable," he said.
Outside, the Germans danced wildly around the car, shouting demands for surrender, all the while bombarding the tank with rifle and revolver fire.
"No use, Fritz," said Hal. "We just can't, whoa!"
The tank had stopped abruptly.
CHAPTER XIX
PRISONERS
"Now what do you think of that?" Hal muttered to himself. "Must be a German tank, I guess. Seems to know when it gets home. Well, what now, Hal?" asked Chester.
"You know as much about it as I do," said Hal grimly. "See all that merry gang outside dancing around us? Guess we'll have to surrender. We can't fight with nothing to fight with."
"You're right, Sir," said one of the men. "No use staying here and being blown up when we can't fight back."