“Uhlans!” exclaimed Tom. “I hope we haven’t blundered into the thick of this thing.”
They all stopped to listen. The noise of the pursuit had died out, but now more hoof beats could be heard approaching rapidly.
CHAPTER XXX.
“YOU ARE A SPY!”
In another moment a smaller body of men swept up to the farmhouse, drawing rein at the sight of the stalled car. By their uniforms and the fluttering ensign held up by a big trooper, the boys guessed them to be officers. They paused for a moment and then, after a few words, turned and came galloping up the poplar-lined approach.
The boys exchanged blank looks.
“Keep cool,” urged Tom, “there isn’t anything they can do to hurt us.”
“I don’t know, I’ve heard some queer tales of the Germans,” declared Jack, rather apprehensively, “for one thing they’ve no great love for Americans.”
“But they wouldn’t dare to injure us,” declared Bill.
The horsemen, of whom there were six, and they saw that two were slightly wounded, came galloping up and drew rein. The leader of the party was a fierce, hawk-nosed old man with an immense drooping mustache. The others were young officers, rather foppish-looking. Two of them wore monocles.