The scene was indescribable. There was a crackling of scattered
shots from the startled Germans. The men who had acted as judges
jumped to their feet in terror and tried to escape. Bullets
brought down one of them, a bayonet another, while the remaining
member of the trio was gripped and held none too gently by enraged
doughboys.
In a few minutes it was all over. The prisoners were placed under
guard and the Americans were recalled from the chase.
And in the midst of the Army Boys was Tom, panting, spent,
breathless, mauled and pounded by his rejoicing comrades, scarcely
able to believe in his good fortune--good old Tom, who once more
in his adventurous career had gone into the very jaws of death and
had come out unscathed!
CHAPTER XX
THE CLAWS OF THE HUNS
There was a wild tumult of questions and answers. None of the Army
Boys knew what they were doing or saying. The escape had been so
narrow, the relief at deliverance so great, that they were simply
incoherent for a while.
"Thank heaven, old man, that we have you with us again safe and
sound!" cried Frank, as he grasped his comrade's hand and almost
wrung it off.
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