"I tell you I don't know anything," answered Cutlip doggedly.
"Tie him up, men," said Frank briefly.
The sailors sprang forward and laid rough hands on Cutlip. The latter protested vigorously with his mouth, but he offered only feeble resistance.
"Now," said Frank to Hetherton, "we can't leave him around here for if the Germans saw him they might take alarm. We'll have to have him sent back to the ship. I guess those two men are big enough to get him there."
"Plenty big enough, sir," said one of them with a grin.
"Good. Take him back, then, and come back when you have turned him over to Captain Templeton. Tell the captain to hold him until we return."
The man touched his cap.
"Aye, aye, sir," he said. Then to Cutlip in a rough voice: "March, now."
The three disappeared, Cutlip grumbling to himself and the sailors grinning.
Frank turned to young Cutlip, who had watched these proceedings with some disfavor.