CHAPTER XIII.
THE ESCAPE "What's the matter with him, Schmidt!" asked the officer.
Fred knew enough of German uniforms by this time to place him as a lieutenant of the lowest grade, and was thankful that he did not have an experienced man to deal with.
"Deaf and dumb, I think, Herr Lieutenant," said the man.

"I rode up behind him, calling to him and making a good deal of noise, but he did not even know I was coming until I was on top of him." "Well, he can't go this way!" said the lieutenant.

"How are we to make him understand that ?" "If I dismounted and turned him about, he might perhaps understand," said the soldier.
"Try it!" Fred had hard work to conceal his amusement but he managed it.

The soldier solemnly turned him about and pushed him in the direction whence he had come.

But Fred immediately turned around, walked a couple of paces as he had been going, and then stopped, smiling broadly.