"Let
your rifles down, boys, but keep your eyes on them. If any one of
them tries to make a break, we can pot him before he gets to his
feet."
"Well, now that we've got them what are we going to do with them?"
asked Billy.
"Sort of white elephant on our hands it seems to me," said Tom, in
some perplexity.
"No more sleep for any of us to-night, I guess," observed Bart.
"Oh, I don't know," said Frank. "Two of us will be enough to guard
these fellows at a time, while the others get a few winks. I think
I'll question the fellow who seems to be running this shooting
match and see if I can get anything out of him."
He motioned to the leader to get to his feet and come forward,
which the latter did with a thunderous frown on his face.
Frank had a faint hope that the man would be able to speak
English, in which case his task would be comparatively easy. But
when he asked the captive in German whether he could speak
English, the latter replied with a surly negative.
So Frank was compelled to muster his limited vocabulary and pick
out enough German to make himself understood. In that language,
then, the questioning proceeded.
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