“So you’ve run into our lines accidentally?” he said. “Well, so much the worse for you. You’re Americans, I take it?”
“We are,” replied Hal, in German.
“I’ve always said,” declared the lieutenant, “that you Americans would make fools of yourselves over here. You’re a couple of fair examples; you can’t even keep your sense of direction. Get out of that car.”
Hal and Chester did as they were commanded, and as they alighted they were immediately surrounded by the soldiers.
“Are you armed?” asked the German.
Hal tossed a single automatic toward the lieutenant. Chester followed suit.
“There you are,” said Hal.
For a moment the lad was afraid the enemy would search him and Chester for further weapons, but the man apparently never even thought of such action. Slyly Hal slipped his hand inside his coat and made sure that his second revolver was secure. Chester also had concealed a second revolver within his coat.
“Forward, march!” commanded the German officer, and Hal and Chester, hemmed in by enemy soldiers, set off at a swift pace.
Both lads kept their eyes open as they were led along. Apparently the position in which they found themselves was not well fortified, for it showed the result of hasty intrenching.