For a few moments the General took no notice of the man, keeping his
eyes on his papers, while the fellow shifted uneasily from one foot
to the other.
Then General Pershing looked up.
“Prisoner,” he said, “it is not customary to accord a prisoner of
war the sort of interview I am about to give you, but the
circumstances alter this case. I want the truth, and the whole
truth.”
Porky and Beany nudged each other slyly.
“I want some of the information that it is in your power to give me,
and I want it straight. You know you are in my power. There is
always a firing squad for men like you. But I want you to unravel
this puzzle. I want you to commence when you left the ranch--yes,
even before that.”
The prisoner spoke eagerly. “I _will_ tell you the truth, sir. I am
glad to be here, no matter what you do to me. And I swear to tell
you the truth.” He held up his right hand, and the boys saw it
tremble. They commenced to believe him. It was evident that the
General did, for he nodded and the man plunged into his story.
It held the boys breathless.
“There were eight of us working for you, General, before America
went into this war. Eight men of German ancestry or birth. Most of
them were naturalized, but one night a man came to my house and
commanded me to meet him in a certain place. He was a German officer
and of course I was curious to know what he wanted. When I arrived
at the meeting place I found the others there. The officer, showing
credentials of his rank that we could not doubt, told us that we
were wanted as interpreters. Just that, General. He explained that
Germany was obliged to use all the men within her borders as
fighting men, and as they were most anxious to have no
misunderstanding with America, they were picking a German born, or
German bred man here and there as they could without rousing
suspicion. They were taking them from the farms rather than from the
cities. He said that several hundred would be needed. He assured us
that education was not necessary. It sounded very plausible,
General, and the salary we were promised was magnificent. We all
bit, General, and he took us away that very night in a couple of
automobiles.”
“The foreman told me,” said the General, “that you went away in the
middle of the busy season without giving warning.”
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