There they were thrust into a
small hut that already contained three other prisoners, Belgian
peasants. Outside the door there was a guard. They were prisoners of
war and if the truth about their doings came out, they would almost
certainly be shot, despite their youth.
CHAPTER XI
THE SPY
"What will they do to us, do you think?" asked Arthur. He was
trembling, but with excitement, not from fear.
"Nothing, unless they can prove that we have actually been working
against them," answered Paul. "And I don't see how they can."
"If those two who chased us when we ran off with their motorcycle saw
us, they'd be able to prove it," said Arthur.
"Yes, I hadn't thought of them. But they're prisoners fortunately. I
hope they'll be well looked after, too. It would be mighty awkward if
they turned up here suddenly. They know just how important were the
plans we got and these others don't know anything about that, at all.
I believe that our people knowing just where the German guns were
placed made a great deal of difference."
The coming of a soldier interrupted them. He told them that they were
to be examined at once.
"Then you will be shot," he said, showing his teeth. "As you deserve,"
he added, trying to look fierce.
But there was a twinkle in his eye that both Paul and Arthur saw. They
had been treated very well so far. They had seen nothing, as a matter
of fact, to make them think that the Germans were brutal.
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