The three friends shrank back. Henry's teeth already were chattering like the gourds in a rumba band.
"I guess you've got us," Major Coggleston said tautly. "However, you can't go far. My men are surrounding this camp right now."
The red-headed man sneered.
"Why don't you tell me something new?" he commented caustically. "Why'd you think I grabbed you?"
"What?"
"You didn't think you guys surprised me, did you?" The burly one laughed. "Hell, I saw you the second you came in.
"The way I'd planned it, I was going to hide out in the camp, here, until the stink blew over. Then I figured on pulling a fast sneak out of the country.
"But someone caught wise. I guess it was you"—he nodded at the quaking Henry—"so I had to revise things a little. I knew you'd have support coming up—Army Intelligence officers don't walk into trouble without backing except in the movies."
"So what do you plan to do with us?" demanded the major. "You can see you haven't a chance to get away—"