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Rabig grunted a surly "Hello" in reply, and was passing on when Billy hailed him. "Sleep well, last night, Rabig?" he asked carelessly. Rabig's face flushed and a frightened look came into his eyes. "Sure I did," he snapped. "Why shouldn't I?" "No reason in the world," replied Billy. "These cool nights are fine for sleeping," remarked Tom.
"Prisoner escaped," replied the other briefly. "What prisoner?" "The fellow that Rabig was guarding. Some way or other he got out, managed to strike Rabig down and skipped. Poor Rabig's pretty badly messed up." The boys looked at each other. "Poor Rabig," repeated Tom, and there was a world of meaning in his tone.
"No," he answered. "Was he captured?" "We're afraid so," answered Frank. "I didn't see him," declared Rabig. "Perhaps he's killed," he added, almost smacking his lips with satisfaction. They longed to kick him, but restrained themselves, and Rabig passed on. "Isn't he a sweet specimen?" asked Bart in disgust, as he looked at Rabig's receding figure.
Any one of a dozen things might happen to arouse suspicion. Luckily it was growing dark and Tom had pulled Rabig's hat well down over his face, yet not so far as to make it appear that he was trying to evade scrutiny. He walked on briskly to a point where a sentry on duty before an opening in the wire fence was standing. "Halt! Wer da?" hailed the sentry. "Ein Freund," replied Tom. "Losung."
"If you fellows stand talking here much longer we'll be late at chow." "I'd like to have one more look at that hut Rabig's guarding," said Frank a little uneasily. "We might stroll down this way again after supper if you like," suggested Billy, "but just at present a little knife and fork exercise seems the most pressing business I have to attend to."
Then with the litheness of a panther he dropped plump on Rabig's shoulders. The shock was terrific and knocked the breath from the traitor's body. He rolled over and over. Tom himself was thrown forward on his hands and knees, but the next moment he had risen and his hands fastened like a vise around Rabig's throat.
I'll have to untie your hands for a minute to get the coat over your arms, but I've got the drop on you and if you make the slightest move except to do what I tell you to you're a dead man." Rabig was too cowed to do anything but obey, and in a few minutes Tom had stripped him of coat and trousers and put them on himself. He re-bound Rabig's hands tightly.
I hope you'll be all right in the morning." Frank did as he was directed, and after the surgeon had dressed his wound and pronounced it not serious made his way to his bunk. He had to pass Rabig's bunk in reaching his own and he stopped there for a moment.
If he has information, it is because the Germans filled him up with just the kind of information they wanted our officers to believe." "I think Bart's right," remarked Billy. "It'll be the best day this regiment ever saw when Rabig's stood up before a firing squad." "In my heart I believe the same," assented Frank. "But the tantalizing thing is that we haven't a bit of legal proof.
"You're interfering with discipline by talking to a sentry on guard." Rabig's newborn reverence for discipline amused the boys so that they had hard work to repress a laugh. "You're right," responded Frank. "We'll mosey along." "Ta-ta, Rabig," said Bart. "Keep your eye peeled for any Hun trick. That fellow nearly got me yesterday with his knife, and he might try to play the same game on you."
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