"I'm all in," gasped Tom.
Frank reached out a supporting hand.
"I guess we all are," he replied. "It's lucky this river isn't wider.
But we're safe now."
"I don't know about that," said Bart. "Listen!"
There was a tramp of many feet upon the bank.
"They've heard the shooting," whispered Billy. "If it's our boys we're all right. If it isn't——"
The sentence was never finished. Above the bank they saw a crowd of helmeted figures. A light was flashed into their faces, nearly blinding them, and a hoarse voice cried:
"Wer da!"
A score of hands reached down and grasped them. Unarmed, dripping, utterly exhausted, they found themselves in the hands of the soldiers of the Kaiser!