"No, but they can take this list away from me," said Hal, "and it has
to go to Washington."

"Then we'll have to get out of here," said McKenzie.

"A nice job," declared Chester, "and two of us wounded. By the way,
McKenzie, your wounds need attention. I'll call the Dutchman and have
you fixed up."

He hailed the guard outside, who in turn passed the word for the
captain. The latter appeared a short time later, and Chester explained
what he wanted. The captain moved away and fifteen minutes later a
Dutch physician entered the tent ad dressed McKenzie's wounds.

"Well, that feels some better," said McKenzie with a laugh, as the
surgeon departed. "I feel as good as new now."

The four were kept in the tent all night, and early the next morning
were informed that they would be taken to Amsterdam at noon. The trip
was made under heavy guard, and that evening the four friends found
themselves secure in a military prison in the Dutch capital.

"We're safe enough here, that's certain," declared Stubbs.

"We're safe enough, if you mean we can't out," Hal agreed. "But in
some way or other this list must be delivered to General Pershing."

"Show the way, and we'll do it," declared Chester.

As the friends discussed possible plans, a visitor was ushered in.