Army Boys on German Soil: Our Doughboys Quelling the MobsRandall, Homer
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Army Boys on German Soil: Our Doughboys Quelling the Mobs
Randall, Homer
World War, 1914-1918 -- Juvenile fiction
"And American speed too, I imagine," grinned Billy. "The way Tom
was making for the woods was a caution. A jack rabbit had nothing
on him."
They could joke about the matter now, but it had been far from a
joke at that moment not far removed, when life and death had been
trembling in the balance.
"Tell us how we came to lose you, Tom," said Frank, as he threw
down the spade and they made their way to their temporary
quarters. "One minute we saw you and the next we didn't."
"You vanished like a ghost," put in Bart "When we were fighting in
that house I saw you knock down one of the rioters with the butt
of your gun. I was busy myself then with a husky roughneck, but I
tumbled him over and looked around for you and couldn't see you."
"We thought at first," said Billy, "that you might have fallen
between the houses when you were chasing the Huns over the roof.
We made a careful search afterward, but couldn't find hide nor
hair of you. You weren't in any of the hospitals, either. You
seemed to have melted into thin air."
"I'm blest if I know myself how it happened," said Tom. "The last
I remember was that a couple tackled me at once. I lunged my
bayonet at one of them, and then I must have gone down and out,
although I don't even remember being hit. I suppose, though, that
the other fellow caught me a clip with a gun butt, for when I next
knew anything I had a lump on the back of my head as big as an
egg.
"I found myself in an attic that was as black as Egypt," he went
on. "I couldn't tell whether it was day or night, for there didn't
seem to be any window. My hands were tied behind me, and I was
aching from head to foot. After a while a bunch of Huns came in,
took me downstairs, and pitched me into a covered wagon. Then they
drove off into the country. Where they took me I don't know, but
after a long ride I was taken out of the wagon and slammed down in
a room of what seemed to be a deserted cabin. I only knew it was
somewhere in the woods, for through the windows I could see trees
all around.
"After a while two or three men who seemed to be the leaders came
in. One of them, who could speak English, tried to put me through
the third degree. They wanted me to tell them all that I knew
about the army forces in Coblenz and the surrounding districts,
how many there were, where they were located, what the plans were,
and all that kind of dope. Of course I didn't know anything, and
then they took it out of me in kicks. I got lots of them, and I
guess I'm black and blue all over. They're a plucky lot when a
man's hands are tied."
There was a murmur of rage and sympathy from his comrades and
their fists clenched.
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