"Close call!" murmured Bob, brushing off some of the dirt. "But I guess we can eat now—such stuff as we have! Say, Roger, did you—"
He paused, to gaze in the direction where Roger was looking. And Jimmy, attracted by the attitude, gazed also. And they saw a strange sight.
Marching away, for which the three Brothers felt great relief, was the searching part of Germans. But this was not at what Roger was looking. It was the sight of a man, in a German uniform, seated on a fallen log at the edge of the clump of trees. The man was looking over some papers, and he must have been there when the searching party passed. Perhaps he had been with them.
"Look! Look!" murmured Roger. "It's the captain again. Captain Frank Dickerson—the officer who saved our lives at the red mill; and he's in a German uniform!"
CHAPTER XXI
BACK WITH FRIENDS
There was no doubt of it. So dramatic had been the circumstances under which they had first seen this strange man that the boys would never forget his face. He was dressed differently now—in an unmistakable uniform of the Germans—but it was the same man.
"What in the world is he doing here?" demanded Bob.
"There can be only one answer to that question," said Jimmy, and his voice was low and intense.
"And what is the answer?" Roger wanted to know.