For some time after this he little knew what was taking place; he had a vague idea, however, that he was in the hands of the enemy, but, from the fact that they were going away from the English lines, he hoped that his action had not been in vain.
As his senses returned to him, he saw that he was accompanied by a dozen German soldiers, and that he was being hastily dragged towards the German lines.
"We've got you, anyhow," said one by his side.
"Where are you taking me?" asked Bob.
"You'll soon know," was the reply.
"I fancy I spoiled your little game, anyhow," and Bob was able to laugh, in spite of the fact that the world seemed to be swimming around him.
"Yes, our trick nearly succeeded; but, thanks to you, it has been spoiled," was the German's grim reply. "Still, better luck next time."
"I fancy you have lost heavily," said Bob.
"Yes," replied the German, "every man except ourselves is either killed or taken prisoner. Still, we've got you."
"That doesn't matter much," replied Bob. "Your little plans are spoiled, and by this time all the information will be in the right quarters."