"That's not so many. We can grab them easy enough."
But a moment later additional footsteps were heard. Again Frank counted moving figures to himself.
"Twenty more," he muttered. "Where on earth did they all come from? By George! They certainly are taking a long chance marching around like this. Well, the more we can get the better."
At the door of the cabin the Germans halted. Three of their number stepped forward and went inside. This was not at all in line with Frank's plans, and he realized now that the situation of young Cutlip, inside, was dangerous in the extreme. Something must be done to protect him.
As the Germans went inside the house, the others, meanwhile, standing guard, Frank gave the signal agreed upon, a soft whistle, like the call of a bird of the night. The British began to move from their hiding places and to draw closer to the Germans, standing there in the open.
"Well," Frank muttered to himself at last, "I guess the sooner we get busy the better."
He sprang to his feet and leaped forward.