"Well, it might be worse," said Dave consolingly. "We're here yet."
"Yes, and if I ever get another chance at the Germans," declared Jimmie with vigor, "I'll punch their heads as hard as I can!"
"We might as well make ourselves comfortable," suggested Dave.
"Not on your life!" cried Jimmie heatedly. "From now on I'm going to make every move in the calendar to get out of this place and away from those Germans. If I ever get back to America I'll never eat another bit of sauer kraut as long as I live!"
Dave could not repress a laugh at this outburst. He could sympathize with Jimmie's attitude, for he felt that they were being unjustly treated.
"How are we going to give them the slip?" asked Jimmie, beginning a systematic search of the place. "Are there any windows?"
"There are two on the east side," answered Dave.
"Now, then, let's tear up the bed sheets and knot them together," was Jimmie's next suggestion, delivered in a half jesting mood.
"A rope would be better," offered his companion. "Let's look for one."
Presently he gave a cry and stooped to pick up an object at his feet.