A COLD SWIM.
Before Hal could recover his composure, which had left him at being so
suddenly accosted, the woman had thrown her arms around his neck,
pinioning his hands to his side. He tried to shake himself loose
without hurting the woman, but so tight was her grasp that he was
unable to do so.
The man who was with her came to her assistance, dodging around the
struggling pair with his revolver reversed, held ready to strike. But
the woman herself prevented this, for he was unable to bring the butt
of the weapon down on the lad's head without the imminent risk of
injuring the woman.
Hal contrived to keep the woman between the man and himself, until he
had decided just what course to pursue. He had now freed his hands,
and awaited an auspicious moment to spring upon his enemy.
It came at last. Suddenly hurling the woman violently from him, Hal
leaped forward and, catching his opponent off his balance, struck out
swiftly with his bare fist. There was a sharp "spat" and the man fell
to the ground.
Hal turned to run, but found himself opposed by the woman, who pointed
the revolver at his head. She held the weapon in a steady hand, and
the lad realized that a miss at that close range was utterly
impossible.
"Hands up!" commanded the woman.
Hal temporized.
"Now see here----" he began.
The woman interrupted.
"Hands up!" she commanded again.
This time Hal obeyed, for he knew by the hard ring in the woman's
voice that she was not to be trifled with.
"About face," commanded his captor.
Hal did as ordered.
"Now," continued the woman, "you will march on ahead of me, and,
remember, at the first false move I shall fire."
Without a word Hal turned and started away, the woman but a few paces
behind him. But Hal was of no mind to be taken back to the German
camp. He realized clearly what fate awaited him there.
His nimble wit was at work as he walked along, and he finally hit upon
a plan. It was not without danger, but the lad figured he might just
as well be shot then and there as to be put to death as a spy.
As he walked along he seemingly tripped over some unseen obstacle. In
attempting to regain his balance he reeled backward. The woman by this
time was right upon him.
Unable to tell whether he had really tripped or whether it was a ruse,
she stood undecided a moment. That moment proved her undoing. For Hal,
spinning on his heel, swept the revolver from her outstretched hand,
and with a quick leap seized it himself.
"Now, madam," he said calmly. "I shall give you just thirty seconds to
get away from here. If you have not put a considerable distance
between us by the time the thirty seconds have expired, I shall be
forced to use this weapon, much as I should dislike to shoot a lady. I
am on important business and it brooks of no delay. Neither shall one
life stand in the way."
The woman took one quick look at him, then turned and ran.
"I am glad she believed me," said Hal to himself. "I don't believe I
could have brought myself to shoot."
He turned and walked back to the spot where he had placed one of his
opponents hors de combat.
The latter was just struggling to his feet, and as Hal approached he
sprang forward.
"What! haven't you had enough yet?" asked the lad in well simulated
surprise. "Well, here's some more then."
He stepped quickly forward, and feinting with his left, drove his
right fist squarely into the German's mouth. It was more than flesh
and blood could stand, and once more the German toppled to the ground,
where he remained, unconscious.
"Now to get back across the river," said Hal to himself. "Wonder if I
can find a boat of some kind."
He walked slowly along the bank, keeping a keen eye out for any kind
of a craft in which to make the trip. He could find none; but, from
the direction of the great German camp, came the sound of excited
voices and the trampling of many feet.
"Great Scott! Here they come," exclaimed Hal aloud. "I guess it's up
to me to get away from here pretty quick."
Without a moment's hesitation he advanced to the water's edge and
plunged into the stream. The water was icy cold, and Hal's breath was
taken away by the suddenness of the shock.
He recovered himself in a moment, however, and struck out for the
opposite shore. About half way across he became aware of voices on the
shore immediately behind him.
"I don't believe there is anyone there," said a voice.
"The woman is a spy herself, that's my belief," said a second. "She
has concocted this story as an excuse for her being abroad at this
hour. I certainly don't believe there is a spy on this side of the
river."
"Nor I; however, if he is in that water we can spot him with a
searchlight. Turn yours on."
Hearing the words, Hal took a long breath and sank from sight. It was
well that he did so promptly, for a brilliant shaft of light flashed
across the water, making it as bright as day. The German swept it back
and forth across the water. He could see no one.
"I told you so," he said. "There is no one out there. Come, let's get
away from here."
"Good," returned the other. "Come on."
Hal remained under the water just as long as he could and came to the
surface as the Germans turned to walk off, ready to take another quick
breath and dive again. But seeing no sign of the searchlight, he
rightly concluded that the Germans, who had been but half-hearted in
their search anyhow, had gone.
Treading water he listened intently for a few moments, and then made
out the sound of retreating footsteps.
"Well," he said to himself at last, "I guess they have gone. Now to
get out of here as soon as I can. I'll be frozen if I don't hurry."
With quick strokes he continued his cold swim, and soon emerged upon
the farther shore. He made out the form of a dark figure some distance
away, and hurried toward it, remarking to himself:
"Looks like a sentinel. I'll get a match from him and build a fire and
get thawed out before I continue my journey."
He approached to within a few yards of the figure before his presence
was noted. Then the sentinel, for such he proved to be, hearing
footsteps behind him, turned suddenly and leveled his rifle at Hal.
"Halt!" he commanded.
"It's all right," said Hal. "I'm English."
"Come a little closer and let me look at you," said the sentinel, not
lowering his weapon.
Hal did as commanded. Suddenly the sentinel made out the German
uniform and his rifle leaped up again.
"So," he exclaimed. "You Dutchman! You thought you'd fool me, did you?
You are my prisoner. One false move and you are a dead man."
"Don't be a chump," said Hal, his teeth chattering from cold. "I tell
you I'm English. Can't you tell that by my talk? What do you think I
am? A German?"
"Well," said the sentinel, "what do you think I would take you for in
that German uniform?"
Now Hal understood, and in spite of the cold he laughed.
"I don't blame you," he said. "I forgot all about this uniform. But I
can assure you I'm English. I've been over the river getting a little
information."
"Well," said the sentinel, by no means assured that Hal was what he
represented himself. "I'll let the colonel decide that point. March
ahead of me now, and mind, no tricks, unless you want a bullet in your
back."
"All right," said Hal shortly, "as long as you can't take my word for
it, I suppose I shall have to go with you."
He walked along some little distance, the sentinel behind him with
leveled rifle, before he came to the tent of the officer in charge of
what he now saw was a reconnoitering force.
"My name is Paine," he informed the colonel. "I have been across the
river within the German lines on a mission for General French. I have
accomplished it and was returning when this sentinel accosted me. I
can show credentials," and he showed the officer a pass signed by the
commander-in-chief.
The officer shook hands with him.
"What can I do for you?" he asked.
"I must be back at the earliest possible moment," said Hal. "Have you
a fast auto?"
"Yes."
"Then I should be grateful if you would allow me to make use of it."
"It shall be done," said the officer. "Now you sit here by the fire
while I have it put in readiness. You are half frozen."
"Thanks," replied Hal. "I am. But I haven't very long to stay. Please
have the car ready as soon as possible. And if you can spare a driver
I shall be glad of his services. I don't believe I could drive the car
any great distance."
"You shall have him," agreed the officer, and left the tent. Hal
huddled up close to the little fire.