Produced by Ralph Zimmerman, Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team. Army Boys on German Soil [Illustration: "One move and I'll blow your brains out," he snapped.] ARMY BOYS ON GERMAN SOIL Our Doughboys Quelling the Mobs BY HOMER RANDALL AUTHOR OF "ARMY BOYS IN FRANCE," "ARMY BOYS ON THE FIRING LINE," "ARMY BOYS MARCHING INTO GERMANY," ETC. ARMY BOYS ON GERMAN SOIL CONTENTS CHAPTER I THE FLASH FROM THE GUNS II WRAPPED IN MYSTERY III CAUGHT IN A STORM IV THE RUINED CASTLE V CONSPIRATORS VI THE BAFFLED PLOTTERS VII A CLOSE CALL VIII JUST IN TIME IX THE COLONEL'S WARNING X FROM THE SKY XI MARSHAL FOCH AND GENERAL PERSHING XII TORN FROM MOORINGS XIII GERMAN RIOTING XIV ON THE TRAIL XV A BARE CHANCE XVI RAISING THE TRAP DOOR XVII A PERILOUS SITUATION XVIII THE CRITICAL MOMENT XIX TURNING THE TABLES XX THE CLAWS OF THE HUNS XXI SQUARING ACCOUNTS XXII WILL THE GERMANS SIGN? XXIII ON THE VERGE OF DISCOVERY XXIV THE DEADLY PHIAL XXV THE TREATY SIGNED ARMY BOYS ON GERMAN SOIL CHAPTER I THE FLASH FROM THE GUNS "I tell you, Bart, I don't like the looks of things," remarked Frank Sheldon to his chum, Bart Raymond, as the two stood on a corner in the German city of Coblenz on the Rhine. "What's on your mind?" inquired Bart, as he drew the collar of his raincoat more snugly around his neck and turned his back to the sleet-laden wind that was fairly blowing a gale. "I don't see anything to get stirred up about except this abominable weather. It's all I can do to keep my feet." "It is a pretty tough night to be out on patrol duty," agreed Frank. "But it wasn't that I was thinking about. It's the way these Huns have been acting lately." "Are you thinking of that sergeant of ours that was found stabbed to death the other night?" asked Bart, with quickened interest. "Not so much that," replied Frank, "although that's one of the things that shows the way the wind is blowing. But it's the surly way the whole population is acting. Haven't you noticed it?" "There certainly is a difference," admitted Bart. "Everything was peaches and cream when we first came. The people fairly fell over themselves in trying to tell us how glad they were to have the Americans here instead of the French and English. Now they're getting chesty again. A couple of fellows passed me a little while ago who looked at me as if they'd like to slip a knife into me if they dared." "They hate us all right," declared Frank. "It makes them sore as the mischief to have Americans keeping the watch on the Rhine. They're mad enough to bite nails every time they're reminded of it." "And that's pretty often," laughed Bart, "for they can't go out into the street without seeing an American uniform somewhere. We've got this old town pretty well policed, and if any trouble starts we'll put it down in a jiffy."