The other nodded assent.
“I would rather be searched by somebody else,” protested Jack, guessing what sort of treatment they would get from the man who hated him.
“Herr Radwig will search you,” was the rejoinder, and then, in German, he gave orders to a non-commissioned officer,—a sergeant,—to get a meal ready within the house. Radwig compelled the indignant boys to turn out everything in their pockets and Pottle’s camera was ordered destroyed forthwith.
Radwig’s search was rapid and thorough. When it was concluded, he turned to the colonel.
“There is nothing incriminating on any of them, but on this one here,” he declared.
He pointed at Jack as he spoke.
“And he——?”
“Has two passes on the Belgian railroads in his pocket.”
This was true, for Jack had not given up both passes the last time they had to show them.
“That seems to prove that he has some position of trust with the Belgian government,” declared Radwig, “and as such is properly a prisoner of war.”