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"Arrested!" cried Joe. "Are we really arrested?"
"Not as civil but as military prisoners," went on Captain Bedell. "There
is quite a difference, I assure you. I am sorry, but I have to do my
duty. Orderly, take the prisoners away. You may send for counsel, of
course," he added.
"We don't know a soul here, except some moving picture people to whom we
have letters of introduction," Blake said despondently.
"Well, communicate with some of them," advised the captain. "They will
be able to recommend a solicitor. Not that it will do you much good, for
you will have to remain in custody for some time, anyhow."
"Are we suspected of being spies?" asked Joe, determined to hazard that
question.
Captain Bedell smiled for the first time since the boys had entered his
office. It was a rather grim contortion of the face, but it could be
construed into a smile.
"I am not at liberty to tell you," he said. "Orderly, take the prisoners
away, and give them the best of care, commensurate, of course, with
safe-keeping."
CHAPTER XV
THE FRONT AT LAST
Well, wouldn't this get your----"
"Billiard table!" finished Joe for his chum Blake, who seemed at a loss
for a word.
"Why billiard table?" asked Blake.
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