"Two."
[pg 255] "Whaur are they?"
"At that end," said the German, showing Spud a sort of earthwork at their end of the wood, about six hundred yards away.
"Many men there?"
"Plenty."
"All right, come wi' me."
The Germans hesitated.
"Step oot," said Spud, fingering his trigger in a determined way.
"Well, don't kill us."
"Na, we'll no' kill ye. But mind, keep quiet as ye go," he ordered, pushing his prisoners ahead. The victors followed, carrying the rifles of the enemy. But they were not to get off scot-free. The clumsy Germans made a fearful din, rousing their compatriots some distance away. This and the rising moon told the now vigilant Teutons that something was wrong. A searchlight was flashed across the danger zone. Spud and his men were spotted.