The Briton eyed Hal and his German uniform dubiously.
“You may be,” he said, “but the uniform you wear doesn’t look much like it.”
Hal laughed.
“We are friends nevertheless,” he said. “Take us to your colonel and we’ll convince him soon enough.”
“Well,” said the Tommy, “you may be. I’ve seen some queer things in this war so I’ll not dispute you. But I’ll take my oath that man,” and he pointed to the German colonel, “is a German.”
“You’re right, my man,” said Hal, “but he comes as a prisoner.”
“And you’ll all go to the colonel as prisoners,” declared the sentinel. He raised his voice in a shout: “Hey, sergeant!”
A British sergeant came forward at a run.
“What’s the matter, Smith?” he demanded.
“Four chaps here in German uniforms and three of ’em say they belong to our army,” said Smith.