“Well, here we go,” he said quietly to Chester. “Maybe we’ll get back and maybe we won’t. But at all events, we’ll give the best that is in us.”
“Amen,” said Chester fervently.
They drove straight toward the German lines. Five minutes after Chester’s last remark, Hal slowed the car down in response to a sudden command.
“Halt!” came a sharp voice in German.
CHAPTER XVI
PRISONERS
Immediately Hal had brought the car to a stop, he raised his hands high above his head. Chester followed his example. A moment later the machine was surrounded by a score of German soldiers, a lieutenant at their head.
“What are you doing here?” demanded the German officer sharply of Hal.
“By Jove, Hal!” cried Chester in well simulated surprise. “They’re Germans. You’ve run right into a nest of the enemy.”
“So it would seem,” replied Hal, immediately falling in with Chester’s ruse. “Now that’s what I call bad luck.”
This conversation was carried on in English, but Chester had hopes that the German officer or one of his men would understand it. Much to the lad’s delight, the next remark came from the German lieutenant.