Would he lead them
to it?
At this he demurred. He was a peaceful citizen. He did not want to
get tangled up in any political affair. He was strictly neutral.
The Spartacides would take his life.
A cold glint came into the lieutenant's eyes and his hand dropped
carelessly on the handle of his revolver. He toyed with it for a
moment. Was the man quite sure that he did not want to show him
where the parade ground was?
The man wilted on the instant. Certainly he would show them. He
would go that minute if the Herr Lieutenant was ready.
"Very well," said the lieutenant, and promptly gave the order that
the men should fall in line, and prepare to march.
In less than ten minutes they were at the designated spot. It was
a bleak, wind-swept space of ground, rectangular in shape, on the
edge of a stretch of wood. At the end of the grounds nearest the
woods there was a blank wall about ten feet high.
As he caught sight of the wall, Frank gave an involuntary shiver
that was not from cold.
"What's the matter?" asked Billy Waldon, looking curiously at his
companion.
"Nothing," replied Frank Sheldon, studiously avoiding his
comrade's eye.
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