Meanwhile, inside the cabin young Cutlip was facing the Germans cooly enough. He rose to his feet as the door opened and the first German stuck his head inside. The latter surveyed the interior rapidly, and seeing a single figure there, advanced quickly, gun in hand.
"Oho! It's the boy," he said in clumsy English. "And where is your father?"
"I don't know," answered the boy. "He went away."
"But did he get the food?"
Cutlip motioned to the sacks of provisions on the floor.
"Good!" said the German, rubbing his hands.
He returned his revolver to his belt and motioned his two companions to enter. They closed the door behind them.
"You have told no one of our presence here?" asked the first German, as he stooped over to examine the sacks.
"No."
"How about your father?"