"Now, Tom," said Frank, without removing his eyes from those of
the German leader, "go over these men and take whatever weapons
they may have, while the rest of you keep the bunch covered."
Tom laid aside his rifle and did the work with promptness and
thoroughness, and his search was rewarded by a considerable
collection of knives and pistols. To these he added the rifles
that had been leaning against the wall, and removed the lot from
the room.
"They haven't anything left more dangerous than a toothpick," he
reported to Frank, with a grin, as he picked up his rifle and
resumed his place.
"Fine and dandy," remarked Frank.
"Now," he went on, addressing the prisoners, "back up to that wall
and sit down on the floor. Quick now! _Sitzen Sie sich.
Verstehen Sie?"_
They understood, and showed that they did by obeying, though if
looks could kill Frank would have been blasted by the venomous
glance that the German leader shot at him.
Only then did Frank permit himself to relax. He lowered his rifle
with a sense of relief.
"We've got them corralled now," he remarked to his comrades.
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