"I wonder what they are going to do with us," said Joe, in a low voice, to Blake.
"Hard to tell," was the quiet answer. "They're marching us toward their lines, though."
This was indeed true, the advance being toward a section of the field beyond the German trenches whence, not long before, had come the searchlights and the hail of shrapnel.
"Well, things didn't exactly turn out the way we expected," said Charlie. "I guess we'll have to make a re-take in getting back our films," he added, with grim humor. "How do you figure it out, Blake?"
The talk of the boys was not rebuked by their German captors, and indeed the captain seemed to be deep in some conversation with Secor and Labenstein.
"I don't know how it happened," Blake answered, "unless they saw us go into that hut and crept up on us."
"They crept up, all right," muttered Joe. "I never heard a sound until they called on us to surrender," he added.
"Maybe Secor and Labenstein saw us and never let on, and then sent a signal telling the others to come and get us," suggested Charlie.
"I hardly think that," replied Blake. "The Frenchman and his fellow German plotter seemed to be as much surprised as we were. You could see that."
"I guess you're right," admitted Joe. "But what does it all mean, anyhow?"