"You won't get any information out of us," said Chester angrily.

"Won't I?" replied the officer, with a sneer. "We shall see. Take
them away."

The two lads were led to a small field tent and thrust inside, with a
guard on the outside.

"Well, here we are again," said Chester, with a faint smile. "What do you
suppose will be done with us if we refuse to divulge what the general
wants to know?"

"I'm sure I don't know," was Hal's reply, "but I am afraid we are in for
it this time. I have never taken much stock in the tales I have heard of
the barbarous treatment of the Germans toward their prisoners, but one
look at the general's face was enough to convince me that he would stop
at nothing to gain his end."

"The same thought struck me, too," agreed Chester. "But, one thing is
certain, he'll get no information out of me."

"Nor out of me, either," declared Hal.

Chester rose and started to walk around the tent. In the darkness, he
stumbled over something and fell to the ground. Arising he reached in his
pocket and produced a match. A tiny flame lighted up the dark interior of
the tent, and the lad stepped back with an ejaculation.

"Bicycles," he muttered.