Loath to shoot the man from behind, Chester sprinted and caught up with him. With his rifle in his right hand, he laid his left on the German’s shoulder.
“Halt!” he cried.
The German needed no further urging. He came to an abrupt stop and raised his hands.
“We might as well take this fellow back with us,” said Hal, as he approached at that moment.
“Right you are,” agreed Chester. “We can’t return without some kind of a memento of our trip. A live souvenir is about the best thing I can think of.”
“You’ve got me,” mumbled the German at this juncture, “but I want to tell you that before another twenty-four hours have passed, my loss will be repaid with interest.”
“Wonder if he knows anything, Hal?” questioned Chester.
“Guess he’s not so big that the German high command is tipping him off to all their plans,” said Hal. “He’s angry and wants to talk. That’s about all.”
And still it wasn’t all; and had the lads had the foresight to report the words of their prisoner, action might have been taken that would have nipped the second German offensive in the bud.
With no further word to their prisoner, the lads made off in the semi-darkness for the American lines. These they reached in safety.