The Germans were unable to find me, so when
night came I descended from my perch and continued my journey.
"Soon after daylight I came upon a house, where I asked for food. I still
wore the German surgeon's uniform, and here this worked to my
disadvantage."
"How was that?" asked Chester.
"It seems that the family were Belgians, and I hadn't thought of that.
They gave me food and drink all right, but they spilled a little drug of
some kind in the drink. The next thing I knew I was bound and gagged and
was looking down the muzzle of a revolver held by a ferocious-looking
Belgian peasant. He informed me my time had come. I told him I was
English, and explained my capture and escape. He listened patiently, but
when I finished he informed me that he wasn't going to take any chances.
I had just five minutes to live, he said."
"Great Scott!" cried Hal. "That was pretty close. How did you escape?"
"More by good luck than anything else," was the reply. "There was some
kind of a noise behind the peasant and he turned to investigate.
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