“Let’s go!” cried Ned.
“Wait until after grub,” advised Bob, with an anxious look toward the mess hall.
“It won’t take but a minute,” suggested Jerry. “Look, everybody’s going. We might as well be 8 in it. If everybody is late to mess there’ll be enough left for us to eat. Come on!”
Accepting this argument, that such a general rush toward the scene of excitement would result in a general postponement of the meal, Bob, after a moment of hesitation, joined his two chums. They rushed toward one of the sleeping barracks, and saw that a large crowd was congregating around it.
“What’s the matter?”
“Anybody hurt?”
“Is the place on fire?”
These were some of the questions that flew from one to the other.
“It’s a spy!” some one said. “They’ve caught a German spy in camp, and they’re going to lynch him!”
“Oh, boy!” yelled Ned. “We must see this!”