And this was the plan that Dick had worked out following his pretended arrest of Mock that night up the road. Mock, resolved to become a good soldier again, had undergone his humiliation in the bull-pen, and the scorn of his fellow-prisoners, in order to trap the stoop-shouldered German, a pretended carpenter, but really August Biederfeld, a German spy. The bespectacled one, Dr. Carl Ebers, was another spy. The two had delivered their messages in camp through Braun. While the pair Ebers and Biederfeld were interned, Braun, as one who had enlisted in the Army and had taken the oath of service, was court-martialed on a charge of high treason, and shot for his crimes. Before his death he confessed that it was he who had shaken the powdered glass in the food of F company, the stuff having been supplied by Dr. Ebers. It was Braun, also, who had damaged the machine gun and worked havoc with infantry rifles, he, too, had forged and placed the pretended Prescott note about "Cooking Cartwright's goose." "Wilhelm" soon vanished, undoubtedly to do other work as an alleged German sympathizer elsewhere. As for Mock: "Private James Mock, B company, having suffered humiliation and scorn that he might better fulfil his oath and serve his country, is hereby restored to his former rank of sergeant in B company, and with full honor, he will be obeyed and respected accordingly." So ran the official order published to the regiment. The liquid in the two vials was found to be swarming with measles germs that would have started a veritable epidemic at Camp Berry. Captain Dick Prescott's quick thinking and steady action had resulted in the capture of the German spies who were seeking to destroy the Ninety-ninth. No quiet days, however, were in store for the regiment. CHAPTER VIII WITH THE CONSCIENTIOUS OBJECTORS "No other business, Sergeant?" asked Dick, one October morning, as he looked up from the desk in company office at his "top." "Among the nineteen National Army men drafted into this regiment, sir, are three conscientious objectors who ask to be transferred to some non-fighting branch of the service." "Send for them," ordered Dick briefly, a frown settling on his brow. Privates Ellis, Rindle and Pitson speedily reported in the office, saluting, then standing at attention. "You men are all conscientious objectors?" Prescott asked coldly. "Yes, sir," said the three together. "You all have conscientious objections to being hurt?" Prescott went on. "I have conscientious scruples against killing a human being, sir," replied Private Ellis. "And you also have scruples against giving him a chance to kill you," Dick went on mercilessly. "You believe in a police force for preserving order in a community, do you?" "Y-yes, sir." "If you found a burglar in your home, and had an opportunity, you would send for a policeman?" "Yes, sir," Ellis admitted.