On the second floor they
burst into the large front room, taking completely by surprise a
group of some four or five men who were sulking in the shelter of
the windows. As the boys burst into the room they whirled about,
only to find themselves looking into the muzzles of four vicious
looking army pistols.
"Drop those guns and put up your hands," commanded Frank. All
obeyed but one man, who raised his rifle to his shoulder. Before
he could pull the trigger a spurt of fire flashed from Frank's
pistol, and the man sagged slowly to the floor.
"Downstairs with the rest of you!" ordered Frank, at the same time
motioning toward the stairway. "We can't do much with these men
except disarm them," he said in an aside to his companions, as the
Germans sullenly prepared to obey. "We've got to clean out this
house and a lot of others, and we haven't got enough men to guard
prisoners. You break up their rifles, Tom, and then rejoin us in
the street."
They herded the Germans downstairs, and at the street entrance
propelled them forth with a few hearty kicks. This pleasurable
duty had hardly been performed when they were rejoined by Tom, who
had smashed the German rifles over the window sills, putting them
very effectively out of commission.
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