"Inside!" said the German with the thick, guttural voice. He
pointed to the open door, and they went inside. One of the
Germans followed them and stood in the open door.

"Werner, you are responsible for the prisoners. especially the
boy," said the leader. "See that none of them escape. You will
be relieved at the proper time. You understand?"

"Ja, Herr Ritter!" said the man. "Zu befehl!"

He saluted, and for the first time Dick had the feeling that this
strange procedure was, in some sense, military, even though there
were no uniforms. Then the door shut, and they were left in the
house.

It was just outside of Bray Park -- he remembered it now. A tiny
box of a place it was, too, but solidly built of stone. It might
have been used as a tool house. There was one window; that and
the door were the only means of egress. The German looked hard at
the window and laughed. Dick saw then that it was barred. To get
out that way, even if he had the chance, would be impossible. And
the guard evidently decided that. He lay down across the door.

"So!" he said. "I shall sleep -- but with one ear open! You
cannot get out except across me. And I am a light sleeper!"

Dick sat there, pondering wretchedly. The man who had been struck
on the head was breathing stertorously. His companion soon
dropped off to sleep, like the German, so that Dick was the only