“Nevertheless,” said Hal, “it is only in the midst of the German army that we can get the information we are after.”
“That’s probably true,” said Harding. “Well, have it your own way and count on me to the finish.”
“We’ll just keep going, then,” said Hal.
The big automobile began to pick up speed now and directly was dashing along at a rapid gait. From time to time they passed other cars on the road, but they were not stopped. The very audacity of the three friends augured toward their safety.
It was almost dark when Hal slowed down and stopped in front of a little hotel in a small village.
“We’ve got to have more gas and air,” he explained, in response to Chester’s questions. “Besides, the engine needs a drink. It’s red hot.”
“Also,” said Harding in a low voice, “we could get away with a little grub.”
“Right you are,” said Hal. “We shall be able to satisfy all our needs here.”
The three entered the hotel. The proprietor promised that the automobile should be looked after and ready within the hour and showed the three fugitives to a small dining-room at the far side of the building. The only occupant of the room at that moment proved to be a German colonel and the Englishman and the two American lads saluted him stiffly. The German returned the salute and continued his repast.
The fugitives ate heartily of the plain fare placed before them by their host. As Hal was draining his cup of the last drop of coffee, he became conscious that the German colonel was eyeing him. Suddenly the man kicked back his chair and approached the table at which the friends sat.