"You got one of them anyway," he said, as the light fell on the dead body of a German whose uniform showed that he belonged to the Eighth Bavarian Regiment, which they knew was stationed opposite them at that part of the line. The corporal blew his whistle and other men of his squad came running in answer to the call. He ordered them to carry the body into camp where it could be searched for papers. Then he turned to Frank. "You've done well, Sheldon," he said, "and I'm sorry that you were hurt. You're relieved from duty for the rest of your watch. I'll put another man in your place. You'd better see the surgeons and have them wash out that cut of yours and bind it up again. Then tumble in and go to sleep. I hope you'll be all right in the morning." Frank did as he was directed, and after the surgeon had dressed his wound and pronounced it not serious made his way to his bunk. He had to pass Rabig's bunk in reaching his own and he stopped there for a moment. The place was dark, but he could see that the bunk was occupied, and from the snoring that arose from it the inmate seemed to be sleeping soundly. Had he been mistaken? CHAPTER XXII THE SHADOW OF TREASON When the soldiers jumped from their bunks the next morning at the call of the bugle Frank's comrades saw his bandaged head and they surrounded him at once with expressions of solicitude and alarm. "What's the matter, old man?" asked Bart anxiously. "Don't say you're badly hurt!" exclaimed Tom. "You look all in," said Billy. "You're as pale as a ghost." "I'm a long way from being a ghost yet," smiled Frank, as he drew on his clothes. "Wait till you see me tuck away the grub at breakfast. I butted my head against a stump last night to find out which was the harder, and the stump won." "Stop your kidding and tell us about it," commanded Bart. Frank told them the main features of his encounter of the night before, but it was only after mess when he had them by themselves that he voiced his suspicions of Rabig. Tom gave a long whistle. "That fellow will queer this whole outfit yet," he blurted out. "He's a sneak and a traitor. If he had his deserts he'd be up against the firing squad within twenty-four hours." "Easy there, Tom," counseled Frank, looking around him, for in his excitement Tom had raised his voice. "Remember I'm not dead sure. I wouldn't swear to it in a court of law." "Here comes Nick himself," remarked Bart. "The Old Nick," growled Tom. "Hello, Rabig," said Frank, as the former Camport bully came along. Rabig grunted a surly "Hello" in reply, and was passing on when Billy hailed him. "Sleep well, last night, Rabig?" he asked carelessly. Rabig's face flushed and a frightened look came into his eyes. "Sure I did," he snapped. "Why shouldn't I?" "No reason in the world," replied Billy. "These cool nights are fine for sleeping," remarked Tom. "A little too cool to be out in the woods, but just right for the trench."