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CHAPTER VI
THE BAFFLED PLOTTERS
When the Army Boys got back to the room the orator was winding up
his speech. He finished with an eloquent peroration, and his
hearers broke into applause as the last word left his lips.
Frank leaped into the room with his rifle leveled directly at the
leader.
"Hands up!" he shouted.
At the same instant, the rest of the Army Boys followed their
leader, their rifles sweeping the room.
The effect of the sudden entrance of the Army Boys was electric.
With a roar of rage and chagrin, the conspirators made as though
they would rush on the intruders. But the wicked looking muzzles
of the army rifles and the look of determination in the faces of
the boys who held them produced a change.
Slowly the hands went up until all were raised above their heads.
"Hold them there now," commanded Frank. "The first one who moves
is a dead man."
Most of them could not understand the words, but as they looked
into Frank's eyes they had not the slightest doubt of his meaning,
and they stood like so many statues, only their eyes and the
working of their features betraying the impotent anger that
possessed them.
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