But that's neither here nor
there. What were you planning to do at Coblenz?"
"Nothing," growled the prisoner.
"That doesn't go with me," replied Frank. "I happened to hear some
of that speech of yours and Coblenz was sprinkled through it
rather thickly. Suppose you hand over to me that map with the red
dots marked on it."
"I have no map," the man replied, a look of apprehension coming
into his eyes.
"Lying again, are you?" said Frank. "Bart, cover this fellow with
your rifle while Billy goes through his pockets."
The prisoner's fist clenched, but a prod of Bart's rifle made him
think better of it, and Billy drew from one of the inside pockets
of the man's coat the identical map over which the group had been
poring when Bart first came upon the scene.
"That'll do," said Frank. "Go back to the wall and sit down. Your
case will be attended to by the American authorities at Coblenz."
The German, with a muttered imprecation, did as he was told, and
while Bart kept his eye on the group of prisoners, Frank and the
other Army Boys looked over the map.
They had been so long in Coblenz that they knew the town from end
to end, and could readily identify the places that on the map were
splashed with red.
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