"Good evening, Captain," said the officer who had accosted him. "Are you
going far?"
The pressure of the revolver against the German's back increased, and
he replied:
"I am accompanying my friends to the bank of the Aisne. They wish to have
a look at the enemy on the opposite shore."
"You might invite them to go with us when we cross the next time," was
the laughing rejoinder. "When we cross again we shall stay."
The prisoner also forced a laugh.
"I am likely to go across sooner than I expect," he said.
"What do you mean?" demanded the other. "Are you going on a scout?"
"Well, you might call it that. Anyway, I am going across."
Both lads were forced to smile to themselves at this. In their minds
there was no doubt that the prisoner was going across the Aisne at once.
"Well, I wish you luck," said the second German officer, as he continued
on his way.
"Thanks," replied the prisoner briefly.
The lads, with the man still between them, started on again.
After some walking they made out in the distance a stream of water.
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