“And just in time!” muttered Bowers to himself.
CHAPTER VIII
THE ADVANCE CONTINUES
The queer-looking litter, as Bowers termed it, came suddenly to life.
The quartet of Germans tumbled in a sprawling, jerking heap. One sprang in the air, raising and overturning the litter as he did so. The gray blanket which had covered it fell off and Bowers’ suspicions were confirmed. It was a machine gun the “Red Cross” counterfeits had been carrying away.
“Good job there, sir,” Bowers called to Hal.
The lad nodded grimly to himself.
“So that’s the way they play the game, eh?” he said. “Well, I’ll be prepared for them when they try another trick like that.”
The tank jangled on.
Out of a hole in the ground, partially hidden by a tangle of old wire, suddenly popped a German boy in soldier’s uniform. His appearance was so unexpected that Bowers stopped the tank abruptly.
The German’s hands were raised high in the air.