CHAPTER V
A GERMAN-FRENCH ALLIANCE
“Oh, fellows, please let go! Don’t throw me in the lake! I—I can’t swim!”
It was Will’s final appeal.
“Well, it’s time you learned,” exclaimed Snaith with a laugh. “Come on now, boys, take it on the run!”
But at that moment Jack Ranger fairly leaped from behind the clump of trees where he and Nat Anderson stood, and running after the three mean lads who were carrying the struggling Will, our hero planted himself in front of them.
“Here—drop him!” he cried, barring their way.
Surprise at Jack’s sudden appearance, no less than at his words and bearing, brought the hazers to a stop.
“What—what’s that you said?” asked Snaith, as if disbelieving the evidence of his ears.
“I said to drop this, and let Williams go.”