One of the Germans dragging him along cried out an insulting epithet and struck Bob across the mouth.
And then the captives were dragged away in the darkness.
CHAPTER XIX
THREE PRISONERS
The two Khaki Boys who had been on listening post duty were at once disarmed by the Huns, and fairly dragged along in the darkness over rough ground and among strands of barbed wire that scratched them, and over stones that bruised them.
Bob had received a cut on the forehead, either from a blow or from a glancing bullet, and the blood, running down into his eyes, blinded him temporarily.
"Are you here, Roger?" he managed to gasp, as two burly Germans pulled him along.
"Yes, old man, I'm here! Say, but this is tough luck!"
Again he was struck and ordered to keep silent.
Back they were hurried toward the German lines, whence had issued the raiding party that had had such luck as to defeat a small and very much surprised body of Americans. Perhaps it is not to their credit to say they were surprised, but the truth must be told. Some one was negligent, and failed to give the alarm in time.