Boy Allies on the Firing Line; Or, Twelve Days Battle Along the Marne

by Clair W. Hayes

  CHAPTER XXXII.

  A PIECE OF PAPER.

  Upon the two following days Hal and Chester, in company with the youngGerman lieutenant, viewed the sights in the German capital. Instead ofthe peaceful, pleasure-loving city of their vacation, it now borenaught but signs of war.

  Officers in automobiles, afoot and on horseback, were rushing hitherand thither continually. Troops were moving through the streets of thecity upon every hand--some preparing to entrain for the west, and somefor the east, where even now it was known that the great hordes of theCzar of all the Russias were approaching as fast as their vast numberswould permit.

  It was indeed a scene to delight a war-like eye, and it was not lostupon the two lads.

  "It's going to be an awful job to lick these fellows," Chesterconfided to Hal, as they strolled about one afternoon.

  "There is no question about that," was Hal's reply. "Still, it has tobe done."

  "And will be done eventually," declared Chester grimly. "The troubleis that we are not likely to see it done."

  "Don't lose heart," said Hal. "Something may turn up. You never cantell."

  And something did turn up, though it was nothing the lads couldpossibly have anticipated. As they walked down the street a squad ofGerman soldiers approached, in their center a man in civilian clothes.Lieutenant Strauss and the boys approached them.

  As the three neared, the officer in command of the squad called ahalt.

  "What have we here?" asked Lieutenant Strauss.

  "A spy, sir," was the reply.

  "Where was he found?"

  "About thirty miles west of the city."

  "How does he account for his presence there?"

  "He has not had much to say," replied the officer, "but he did tell methat he fell from an aeroplane."

  "Does he deny being a spy?"

  "He does, sir."

  "Then how does he account for the fact that he wears no uniform?"

  "He doesn't account for it at all, sir. He refuses to say anything onthat score."

  Hal and Chester, during this conversation, had drawn as close to theprisoner as the armed guard would permit.

  "Looks like an Englishman," said Hal.

  "That's what he is, all right," declared Chester.

  The prisoner looked up suddenly at hearing these words, spoken inEnglish. Then, with a sudden movement, he shook off his guards, and,apparently in a dash for freedom, sprang toward Hal and Chester.

  Taken by surprise, the boys leaped back, but not before Chester,throwing up one hand to ward off what he believed was an attack, felta little piece of paper slipped into his hand.

  In spite of his surprise, his fingers closed over it involuntarily;and, at the same instant, the man grappled with him. As theystruggled, the lad was surprised to hear his opponent whisper:

  "Don't lose it. It must reach Grand Duke Nicholas at all costs, and atonce. Much depends upon it."

  Then the prisoner grew weak in the lad's grasp, and Chester realizedwhat was expected of him.

  "I've got him," he cried, and, throwing the man to the ground, fell ontop of him.

  The guards lifted the two to their feet, and once more the prisonerwas closely surrounded. Lieutenant Strauss now signified that hedesired no further information and the squad of soldiers marched away,the prisoner meantime hurling epithets at the two lads.

  "A nice pair of Englishmen you are," he cried. "Traitors, that's whatyou are. If you hadn't stopped me I would have got away."

  "Never mind him," said Lieutenant Strauss. "He's naturally angry atbeing foiled in his attempt to escape."

  Chester, the little piece of paper still clutched in his right hand,was now impatient to be where he could read it, and for that reasonpleaded fatigue. Stealing a moment when the lieutenant's attention wasdirected elsewhere, he slipped the paper into his pocket, as he fearedthat, upon close scrutiny, the lieutenant might see that he wasconcealing something in his hand.

  Alone in their own room, before Chester could speak, Hal said:

  "What on earth did you want to interfere with the prisoner for? Hemight have got away if it hadn't been for you. No wonder he called ustraitors."

  Chester only smiled for answer, put his hand in his pocket, and pulledforth the little piece of paper. Holding it up where Hal could see it,he said:

  "I didn't know you were fooled, too. I thought you would surely knowthat there was something up."

  "Something up!" exclaimed Hal. "What do you mean?"

  "Why, simply that the prisoner's attempt to escape was a ruse."

  "A ruse?"

  "Exactly. That's why he jumped toward us. Do you see now?"

  "No," replied Hal, losing his temper, "I don't. Quit beating aroundthe bush. If you have anything to tell me, do it."

  "Well, then," said Chester, "you see this piece of paper?"

  "Yes."

  "Well, the prisoner made his attempt to escape for the sole purpose ofhanding this to one of us. I happened to be closer to him than youwere. That's why I got it."

  "You mean----" began Hal.

  "Exactly," Chester interrupted. "Now, let's see what it says."

  Both lads bent over the paper.

  "It's written so finely I can hardly make it out," said Chester, afterlooking over the paper.

  "Bring it over to the window," replied Hal. "Under a strong light wemay be able to read it."

  Again both lads bent over the little piece of paper. This is what theyread:

  "For the success of military operations in the western theater of war, it is essential that the Russian campaign be pushed with immediate vigor, particularly in the north. Knowing that we are all working in sympathy and accord, without awaiting an answer, I take it for granted that this suggestion will be acted upon."

  "No address and no signature," said Hal. "What's it all about?"

  Chester bent closer over the paper.

  "What's this at the bottom?" he said.

  Hal looked again.

  "Some kind of a seal, it looks like to me," he said, after a carefulscrutiny. "By Jove, I have it! It's a secret sign, that's what it is.The man for whom this is meant will undoubtedly recognize it."

  "I believe you have hit it," exclaimed Chester.

  "But how are we to know for whom it is intended?" said Hal. "Itcarries no address."

  "It is intended for Grand Duke Nicholas, commander-in-chief of theRussian armies," replied Chester.

  "How do you know that?"

  "When I was wrestling with the prisoner he told me so," was Chester'sreply.

  "Well, then," said Hal, "we know for whom it is intended, but what didthe man give it to you for?"

  "Well, he said that it must be delivered at all costs."

  "I hope he didn't expect us to deliver it."

  "I guess he did though, or to see that it went on its way."

  "Yes; and how are we going to do it? Can you figure that out?"

  "No," said Chester, "I can't. But something has got to be done. Iimagine that General French and General Joffre figured that it wouldbe delivered without fail. Either the messenger did not take the routeas commanded, or it was believed safe for him to go by air in a suddendash."

  "Well, I can't see that that part makes any difference. The questionnow is, what are we going to do with it?"

  "Yes," replied Chester; "that's the question."

  For a long while the boys sat and talked over this strange episode,each suggesting plans and then discarding them as unwise.

  Suddenly Chester sprang to his feet with an exclamation.

  "What is it?" asked Hal eagerly.

  "We'll take it ourselves!" he exclaimed.

  "We will, eh?" said Hal incredulously. "Would you mind telling mehow?"

  "I won't tell you anything," was Chester's reply. "But are you willingto do as I say?"

  "Yes," replied Hal, after some consideration.

  "Good! Then, with luck we shall put this paper in the hands of GrandDuke Nichol
as!"