Stepping to the end of the traverse, he peered around the jog. That next length of trench appeared to be deserted, yet certainly the voices sounded nearer.
"I've got to have that look!" Dick told himself, exulting in the chance.
Softly he strode forward, then halted all in a flash. And no wonder! For he found himself standing close to the entrance to a frontline dug-out that sloped down into the earth. And the voices came from this dug-out.
Inside, as Dick peered down, he made out two figures. Yet he pinched himself with his unoccupied hand, so certain did it seem that he must be dreaming.
Of the pair below, while the older man wore the uniform of a German colonel of infantry, the younger man wore the garb of a French sub-lieutenant of the same arm. What could this infernal mystery mean?
CHAPTER XVII
DICK PRESCOTT'S PRIZE CATCH
It was the older man, he of the German uniform who now spoke.
"So Berger was really caught in the act of signaling us?"
"Yes, excellenz (Your excellency)," replied the younger man.