“I’ve got a prisoner!” was the answer. “I caught him trying to get in through the lines! I guess he’s a German spy!”
“Maybe it’s the crooked-nosed man!” exclaimed Bob.
“Or the one who was with him in the barn,” added Ned.
“Or the one they spoke of as going into some game with Pug,” said Jerry. “Come on! We’d better go help Kelly.” Kelly was the name of the sentry who had called.
The three boys went off on a run in the darkness, going to the aid of their comrade. Little did they dream of the surprise in store for them.
[CHAPTER XXVI]
A NIGHT ALARM
“Corporal of the Guard! Post Number Ten!”
This was the cry, in various intonations, that went ringing down the line in the darkness. As instructed, Ned, Bob and Jerry, being the nearest to the place of the alarm, went to render what aid might be necessary to the sentry who had first called. Meanwhile the corporal of the guard, rousing those whose duty it was to go out with him and see to the disturbance, was hastening to the scene.