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Updated: September 26, 2025
Realizing now that Lieutenant Mackinson must have lost consciousness, and that moments might mean life or death to him, the captain worked with feverish haste. He drove the heavy chisel into the crack between the door and the jam, and then, standing off to get a wider swing with the hammer, struck it sidewise. A panel of the door cracked and loosened.
"There is no doubt in my mind, sir," Lieutenant Mackinson answered, "that he was about to connect up this instrument and then hide it for future use where it could not easily be seen." "I believe you are right," said the captain. "And then what use did he intend to make of it?" "Evidently his intention was not a loyal or friendly one," the junior officer continued.
"The lieutenant and Frank," he announced. "Guess Joe's still on duty." And Joe was. He was just relaying to the commander of the American forces in France orders forwarded from London, and they were of the greatest import to the three boys from Brighton. "Well, Sergeants, how are you?" Lieutenant Mackinson greeted them, as he and Frank came galloping up and swerved their horses around.
Lieutenant Mackinson leveled his revolver at them, held it in that position for a moment, and then perhaps it was an accident seemed to elevate it slightly in the air and fired. Certainly neither German was hurt by the bullet, although it did seem to add a little to their haste.
Lieutenant Mackinson ordered, in a whisper. "Fire!" Their automatics let out a fusillade of bullets. Two of the shadows jumped slightly into the air, and then rolled over. The third man rose and started to run toward the enemy line. Frank Hoskins took deliberate aim and fired. The man dropped and lay still.
Slim and Jerry simultaneously brought their horses to a halt while they came to a full military salute. As they approached Major Jones' headquarters with their prisoners, Captain Mackinson turned another way and Corporal Hoskins dropped back.
"Looks as though we got them," said Lieutenant Mackinson, "but they may be only pretending. Do not move for a few minutes." While they were thus waiting, the enemy trenches sent up a glaring rocket. It fell shorthand failed to reveal them, but it plainly showed three German soldiers lying prone upon the ground, all of them apparently instantly killed.
Joe, I'll give that 'whip-poor-will' call if we can't locate you. At any rate, we know our way back to the American lines." "Not so loud," warned Lieutenant Mackinson, as he slowed down. "I guess you are right," he continued. "You stay along with Rawle, but the two of you try to follow as quickly as possible, so that we can get Tom back to the lines for medical attention.
The other two were Tom Rawle, a fellow proportioned like their first friend in the service, Sergeant Martin, and a wiry, energetic, quick-speaking youth named Frank Hoskins. "We have a long trip before us," Lieutenant Mackinson informed them, "and we leave here on a special train in two hours. In a short time we will be in the thick of it."
"No use, Boche," called the lieutenant mockingly, "we're out of your range. And now, having escaped you, we'll see what we can do to harass you." Saying which he began opening up the pack-set wireless, while two of the others set up the umbrella antenna. Lieutenant Mackinson began tapping off the headquarters call.
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