Frank, however, wanted to have them in good shape when
morning came, and the plan was carried out. As a matter of fact,
Bart and Tom were fast asleep in five minutes, and Frank and Billy
yielded as readily when their turn came.
With the first streak of dawn, the boys were on their feet.
"Doped it out yet?" Bart asked of Frank.
"Pretty well," his chum answered. "I've figured out that we'd do
better to try to find our detachment than to go back with these
fellows to Coblenz. In the first place, it must be nearer, and
then, too, we have the chance of meeting some of the detachment
who have probably been sent out to look for us. The sun will give
us the general direction and we'll probably hit the camp before
long."
"Perhaps some of the prisoners could give us the direction,"
suggested Bart.
"I suppose most any of them could," answered Frank. "Some of them,
no doubt, are natives of this section, though that big red beard
comes from Berlin. But do you think I'd trust any of them? Not on
your life! They'd only lead us into a trap."
"I guess you're right," agreed Bart.
"How about breakfast for these Huns?" asked Tom.
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