"It's the one you lammed into the Huns with," explained Bart. "My,
but that was a mighty wallop. They went down like tenpins."
"I guess it gave them a headache," laughed Tom. "I know that I put
all my weight behind the blows."
"One of them will never have any more headaches," declared Frank.
"Even his thick German skull wasn't proof against that blow.
Subsequent proceedings will interest him no more."
"The other one was taken to the hospital with a broken shoulder,"
remarked Billy.
"If Tom had only had time, he'd have cleaned out the whole bunch,"
laughed Bart. "As it is, he's given them a wholesome respect for
American muscle."
"And American speed too, I imagine," grinned Billy. "The way Tom
was making for the woods was a caution. A jack rabbit had nothing
on him."
They could joke about the matter now, but it had been far from a
joke at that moment not far removed, when life and death had been
trembling in the balance.
"Tell us how we came to lose you, Tom," said Frank, as he threw
down the spade and they made their way to their temporary
quarters. "One minute we saw you and the next we didn't.
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