"Get back!" warned the fugitive, drawing an automatic revolver and flourishing it over his head.
Though unarmed, save for his fists, Prescott continued to pursue with all speed. After both of them raced Private Mock.
Dick was gaining when he stepped on a round stone, slipped and fell. Mock dashed after him. The fleeing German halted long enough to hurl the automatic pistol at Mock's face, then turned and ran on. Naturally the soldier dodged the missile, which struck the ground behind him. Thinking the weapon might be useful, Mock halted, then ran back and secured the pistol, after which he started to give chase. But the fugitive had vanished in the darkness.
"Come back here and surrender, before I shoot," bluffed Mock, but the German did not answer.
To Mock's intense astonishment Dick reached over, snatching the pistol from his hand.
"That will be about all, Private Mock," said Prescott sternly. "You've bluffed your part well, and helped your friend to escape, but at all events I've got you!"
"Do you—-" began the soldier, but stopped, further words failing him. Dick gripped the man's arm, giving a significant pressure before he said:
"You'll come along with me, Mock, and it will be worse for you if you try any further monkey-shines with me."
He gave another pressure on Mock's arm as he finished. Without a word Mock walked with him to where the horse was tied.
"Untie that bridle and buckle the ends together," Dick ordered.