The Boy Allies on the Firing Line; Or, Twelve Days Battle Along the MarneHayes, Clair W. (Clair Wallace)
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The Boy Allies on the Firing Line; Or, Twelve Days Battle Along the Marne
Hayes, Clair W. (Clair Wallace)
World War, 1914-1918 -- Juvenile fiction
The prisoner looked up suddenly at hearing these words, spoken in
English. Then, with a sudden movement, he shook off his guards, and,
apparently in a dash for freedom, sprang toward Hal and Chester.
Taken by surprise, the boys leaped back, but not before Chester,
throwing up one hand to ward off what he believed was an attack, felt
a little piece of paper slipped into his hand.
In spite of his surprise, his fingers closed over it involuntarily;
and, at the same instant, the man grappled with him. As they
struggled, the lad was surprised to hear his opponent whisper:
"Don't lose it. It must reach Grand Duke Nicholas at all costs, and at
once. Much depends upon it."
Then the prisoner grew weak in the lad's grasp, and Chester realized
what was expected of him.
"I've got him," he cried, and, throwing the man to the ground, fell on
top of him.
The guards lifted the two to their feet, and once more the prisoner
was closely surrounded. Lieutenant Strauss now signified that he
desired no further information and the squad of soldiers marched away,
the prisoner meantime hurling epithets at the two lads.
"A nice pair of Englishmen you are," he cried. "Traitors, that's what
you are. If you hadn't stopped me I would have got away."
"Never mind him," said Lieutenant Strauss. "He's naturally angry at
being foiled in his attempt to escape."
Chester, the little piece of paper still clutched in his right hand,
was now impatient to be where he could read it, and for that reason
pleaded fatigue. Stealing a moment when the lieutenant's attention was
directed elsewhere, he slipped the paper into his pocket, as he feared
that, upon close scrutiny, the lieutenant might see that he was
concealing something in his hand.
Alone in their own room, before Chester could speak, Hal said:
"What on earth did you want to interfere with the prisoner for? He
might have got away if it hadn't been for you. No wonder he called us
traitors."
Chester only smiled for answer, put his hand in his pocket, and pulled
forth the little piece of paper. Holding it up where Hal could see it,
he said:
"I didn't know you were fooled, too. I thought you would surely know
that there was something up."
"Something up!" exclaimed Hal. "What do you mean?"
"Why, simply that the prisoner's attempt to escape was a ruse."
"A ruse?"
"Exactly. That's why he jumped toward us. Do you see now?"
"No," replied Hal, losing his temper, "I don't. Quit beating around
the bush. If you have anything to tell me, do it."
"Well, then," said Chester, "you see this piece of paper?"
"Yes."
"Well, the prisoner made his attempt to escape for the sole purpose of
handing this to one of us. I happened to be closer to him than you
were. That's why I got it."
"You mean----" began Hal.
"Exactly," Chester interrupted. "Now, let's see what it says."
Both lads bent over the paper.
"It's written so finely I can hardly make it out," said Chester, after
looking over the paper.
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