CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
SHADES OF ARCHIBALD ARCHER After a minute the officer paused and consulted with one of his men; then another was summoned to the confab, the three of them reminding Tom of a newspaper picture he had seen of the Kaiser standing in a field with two officers and gazing fiercely at a map.
One of the soldiers waved a hand toward the distance, while Tom watched sharply.

And Roscoe, who accepted their predicament with a kind of reckless bravado, sneered slightly at Tom's evident apprehension.
Then the officer produced something, holding it in his hand while the others peered over his shoulder.

And Tom watched them with lowering brows, breathing hurriedly.

No one knew it, but in that little pause Tom Slade lived a whole life of nervous suspense.

It was not, however, the nervousness and suspense which his friend thought.
Then, as if unable to control his impulse, he moved slightly as though to start in the direction which he and Roscoe had been following.