He started out
this morning to go to another town to stir up the same kind of
riot and murder. I heard him talking about it last night. And just
before he went he came to the room where I was confined and
taunted me. Told me that I'd be food for the worms to-morrow and
that before long there'd be a lot of Americans to keep me
company."
The man again started to protest, but one of the doughboys who was
on guard gripped him by the collar and dug his knuckles into his
neck as he yanked him back.
"Take him away and put him in the same cell where Bradford was
held," commanded the lieutenant. "He shall have a taste of his own
medicine. He'll get a trial when he gets to Coblenz, and the
chances are that he'll face a firing squad. Such fiendish work as
he's been doing is going to be stopped if it takes the whole
American army to do it!"
The eyes of the Americans followed the cringing figure of the
German as he was led away, and then the lieutenant turned to Tom.
"Now for your story, Bradford," he said, and took a pen and
prepared to jot down the main points of the former prisoner's
experience.
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