Before the German could get the buckle unloosed, Hal had him by the throat. The German fought in despairing silence now, one hand plucking at the fingers that were choking him and the other still fumbling with the gun. At this juncture Bowers, also unarmed, closed in. In spite of his youth, the German was of powerful build and he struggled so furiously that for a moment Hal and Bowers were unable to quiet him. In the struggle, Bowers caught sight of a long, thin stiletto which the German wore at his left side. His right hand shot out and clasped the handle. The weapon flashed aloft. "Hold on!" cried Hal. "He's only a kid!" Bowers caught himself just in time. With a mumbled imprecation, he cast the stiletto away from him. "Good thing you yelled," he said to himself. Hal had now possessed himself of both the German's hands and his adversary was unable to fight further. Nevertheless, the struggle would have been at a deadlock had it not been for Bowers, who now approached and relieved the German of his pistol. "All right, you can let him go now, sir," the marine said. Hal released his hold and stepped back, at the same time covering the German with the Luger. "Sit down," said Bowers. It is doubtful if the young German understood Bowers' words, but he certainly caught their import, for he sat down in front of the tank. Bowers turned to Hal. "You see, they're all alike, sir," he said. "They're not to be trusted." "So I see." said Hal. "Well, I won't be caught napping again. And this is the second one that has tried that 'Kamerad' trick on us in the same day." "Almost within the same hour, you might say," replied Bowers. "But what are we going to do with him?" "That's a hard question," was Hal's reply. "We can't make him prisoner and I'm not disposed to let him go scott-free in view of his actions. Guess we might as well tie him up and leave him here." "Suits me, sir." A few moments later the German was lying on the ground, his hands bound with portions of his own clothing. "Guess he won't bother about yelling 'Kamerad' again," said Hal. "Well, we're all here," said Bowers with a smile. "So where do we go from here, sir?" At that moment, far back, came the crash of infantry fire. Turning, Hal and Bowers perceived the foremost line of advancing Americans in the distance. "Wow!" cried Bowers, and his trench helmet went sailing high in the air. "Here they come, sir. Don't they look fine?" "You bet they do, Bowers," Hal shouted, carried away by his own enthusiasm. Indeed, it was an inspiring sight, the long line of khaki-clad figures which came sweeping forward at a slow run. "They'll come up to us presently. All we have to do is wait," said Hal. The long line came directly toward them. At the pace they were advancing they would reach Hal, Bowers and their tank in fifteen minutes. But suddenly the formation of the charging troops changed. "Hey!" cried Bowers. "They're not coming this way after all." It appeared to be true.