For an answer the girl jumped down, still clutching the candy. She
took Byers' hand, leading him back by another alley amid buildings here
devoted to the culinary department of that cantonment. One of the
sentries appeared. The child pushed on, leading Byers, who cautioned
the sentry to say nothing, but to follow.
"What is your papa's name?" asked the captain.
"He name Bauer -- Monsieur Bauer --" The child suddenly stopped.
"What is the matter, little one?" asked Byers, pulses thrilling under a
vague suspicion. But here the sentry, forgetting the captain's
caution, interposed with:
"I know him, Sir! Hermann Bauer, our assistant quartermaster -"
'Hush-h-h!" admonished Byers, frowning, shaking his head and pointing
at the child, now staring at him wonderingly, then pouting as she
queried:
"You no hurt my papa?"
The door of a nearby house suddenly flew open and a fleshy,
round-shouldered man appeared. He saluted, then said:
"Good evening, Messieurs! I see you have my little girl with you."
"Monsieur Bauer!" The captain stood up, ignoring the other's salute.
"I suppose you know that you are now under arrest?"
"It is what I feared. May I take my little girl inside?"
"Yes, provided the sentry and I go with you."
"You may as well: you'll go anyway. Please do not give me away."
With remarkable nerve, Bauer lifted the wondering child to his arms and
led the way inside.
Five minutes later he emerged, the captain and the sentry on either
side, and set out amid childish protests from within.
"She overtook me while I was on my way," he confessed. "It is fate, I
guess."
Then the three started on the way to aerodrome headquarters.
About this time came the sounds of heavy firing over No-Man's-Land.
"That is one result of your rocket, Bauer, Byers, grimly.
CHAPTER VII
DOWNING THE SAUSAGES
Once clear of the Allied front line of trenches, the double platoon of
planes spread out on either hand, flying swiftly yet keeping near the
earth. This was strange for so formidable a squadron of fighting,
one-man planes that usually soar up to lofty heights, far from the
direct range Fritzy's Archies.
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