He stooped and picked up a couple of detonators and a coil of fuse. The spy had set these on the ground at the foot of the tree, apparently with the intention of fixing them up when he had satisfied his curiosity concerning the battleplane.
"It's most fortunate that you fellows suggested spending the night on board," declared Blake fervently. "The battleplane would have been blown sky high before morning if I hadn't listened to your advice. Now I think I'll subject our Hun to a little cross-examination."
CHAPTER VII
THE BATTLEPLANE'S OFFICIAL DEBUT
Without speaking a word Desmond Blake approached his prisoner and regarded him intently. For a full minute he kept his eyes fixed upon the German, who at first seemed indifferent to the attention paid him.
Presently the spy began to shift uneasily under the searching scrutiny. Try as he would to avoid the penetrating look he found himself unable to withstand the seemingly mesmeric influence. His whole attitude was that of a dog cowed solely by the severity of its master's gaze.
"What is your name?" demanded Blake, breaking the strained silence.
"Sigismund Selighoffer," replied the spy in a strangely subdued voice.
"A native of Germany?"