The mark of Billy's punch was still evident in his
swollen jaw, and he shot a baleful glance at Frank as he passed by
him on the way out.
Other prisoners were questioned without result, until the German
was reached whom Frank had arrested at the point of his pistol.
All his insolence and braggadocio had vanished. He was evidently a
poltroon at heart, for he showed every evidence of being willing
to betray his comrades and tell all that he knew on condition that
his own lot would be made easier.
"This is getting interesting," smiled the lieutenant as he saw
that the man was beginning to weaken. "I guess I'll excuse you
now, Sheldon, for he'll probably talk more freely with me alone.
And as he talks English I shan't need an interpreter."
Frank saluted and went out, glad to rejoin his comrades, whom he
found regaling themselves with hot coffee and steaming "chow"
which the company cook had put before them, a pleasure in which
Frank himself promptly took part, while their comrades crowded
around them eager to hear every detail of their experiences of the
night before.
They had scarcely finished before Frank was summoned to
headquarters by a messenger.
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