CHAPTER XXXI.

BERLIN ONCE MORE.

By dint of persuasion the German officer succeeded in gaining the

consent of General Von Kluck to allow the boys to take the dog with

them. That Marquis was just as pleased to go as the boys were to have

him, was plainly evident. When they left their tent for the last time,

and whistled to him to follow, he bounded after them with enthusiasm.

The train on which the boys were to be taken back to Berlin did not

leave until well along toward midnight, but, with some 5,000 other

prisoners, British, French and Belgians alike, they were bundled

aboard early. Heavily guarded, and without a weapon of any kind or

description, there was no fear of a break for liberty, in spite of the

large number of prisoners.

The lads were shoved into a car already loaded down with prisoners and

took their positions at the far end, the dog between them. In spite of

misfortune, the prisoners all were far from unhappy. They joked and

chatted as though they were on a pleasure trip.

Finally, after much delay, the train started with a jolt, tumbling

men all over each other as it gradually gathered momentum. They were

hurled hither and yon, but they only laughed.

The trip was necessarily slow, for the train, time after time, was

switched on to a siding to permit of the movement of German troop

trains carrying soldiers from the western theater of war to the east,

or from the east to the west.

Consequently, it was late the following night when the train finally

pulled in, and the prisoners were ordered to get out. Under the

leveled rifles of a strong German guard, they stepped to the ground,

and, after being divided into squads at the direction of the German

officer in command, were marched away.

Hal, Chester and Marquis were among the last to leave the train. As

the dog tumbled out after them, there was an exclamation from a German

officer.

"What have we here?" he demanded, approaching the boys. "A dog, eh?

Well, we haven't time to fool with dogs," and he leveled his pistol at

Marquis.

Marquis drew back his lips in a snarl, even as Hal stepped forward to

stay the German's hand.

"This dog was allowed to come with us by special command of General

Von Kluck," he said quietly.

"So you say," was the reply. "But how am I to know that you speak the

truth?"

"The very fact that he was allowed in the car should be sufficient

proof of that," said Hal quietly.

The German officer lowered his weapon.

"I guess you are right," he said. "I beg your pardon."

He appraised the boys with a critical eye, and then became more

friendly.

"You are British officers?" he asked.

"We are attached to the staff of General French," Chester replied.

"So? and at your age? I presume you have seen considerable action?"

"Considerable," replied Hal, with a smile; "at Liège, Louvain, the

battle of the Marne, and some other skirmishes."

"You have been in luck," said the officer. "And here I have been, ever

since the war broke out, receiving prisoners as they are sent on.

Worse luck!"

"Cheer up," said Chester, smilingly, "you probably will get your

chance before the war is over."

"I hope so," replied the German, and continued: "I am going to arrange

for you to come with me--yes, and the dog, too," as he saw Hal glance

at his canine friend. "You can tell me stories of the war. Besides, I

am interested to know how it is that two so young should have seen so

much fighting."

"If I may make so bold," said Hal, "you are not so old yourself."

"True," said the German, with a pleasant smile. "But I am twenty," he

added proudly.

"Then we are not much younger than you," said Chester.

"Well, maybe not; but you seem to have had a whole lot more fun."

His other work disposed of, the German turned to the two lads.

"Come with me," he said, and the boys followed him.

"I am at liberty to accept your parole," said the young German, "if

you are prepared to give it."

Chester glanced quickly at Hal, and the latter replied.

"We appreciate your offer very much, but we decided long ago that we

would give our parole to no one."

"Oh, well," said the German, with a laugh, "it doesn't matter. There

is no chance of your getting out of Berlin, anyhow. However, since you

refuse, it will be necessary to keep more careful watch over you."

The officer bundled the two boys and the dog into a taxi, and they

were soon riding along the streets.

"I am taking you to my home," said the young officer. "While there,

you will be treated as my guests, except that you will always be

guarded."

"We understand," said Chester quietly.

"Looks natural along here," said Hal suddenly, nudging Chester.

"It certainly does," said Chester, with a smile, for he had at that

moment recognized the spot where he, Hal, Lieutenant Anderson and

Captain Derevaux had met for the first time--the spot where the French

and British officer had been set upon by a gang of young thugs.

"What, you have been in Berlin before?" questioned the German officer

in some surprise.

"Oh, yes," said Hal. "We spent one vacation here with my mother."

He thought it best not to let the German know how they had escaped

from the German capital following the outbreak of the war. Chester

also made no reference to this.

All the streets which the taxi traversed were familiar to the boys

now, and they pointed out different places of interest to each other

as they sped along. Finally the taxi drew up and stopped.

The young German leaped lightly to the ground, and stood there as the

boys emerged from the taxi. Looking up, the lads beheld a handsome and

commodious house.

"My home," said the lieutenant simply, "and yours, so long as you are

forced to remain in Berlin."

The lads followed their captor up the steps, and into a prettily

furnished hall, where a servant, summoned by the officer, hurried away

with word for Mrs. Strauss, for, as Lieutenant Heinrich Strauss, the

officer now introduced himself to the boys.

A few moments later a pleasant-faced woman appeared in the hall. The

boys were quickly introduced to her, and she made them welcome,

adding:

"I am sure the general also will be pleased to have you with us."

Both lads looked questioningly at the young officer, who hastened to

explain.

"General Strauss is my father, in command in Berlin. Perhaps were it

not for that, I would not have ventured to bring you to my home. You

would have to have gone with the other prisoners."

"Thanks," said Chester. "I am sure we both appreciate it."

"Indeed we do," agreed Hal.

Before either the young lieutenant or his mother could reply, there

came a heavy footstep without; a moment later the door was thrown

quickly open, and a German officer, huge in stature, and imposing in

his uniform, draped with gold and lace, strode in. At sight of the two

boys he came to a sudden pause.

"What have we here?" he demanded, in a great, booming voice.

"Two of my prisoners, sir," said the lieutenant, stepping forward and

saluting.

"Your prisoners, sir? Do you mean that they are spies whom you have

captured in Berlin?"

"No, sir. They came with the last trainload of prisoners."

"Then, why are they not with the others?" demanded General Strauss

sternly.

"Why, sir," stammered the lieutenant, "I--I----"

"Enough," said the general in a softer voice, his eyes twinkling

although this he endeavored in vain to hide. "You mean that you are up

to some of your old tricks--that your sympathies have gotten the upper

hand of your better judgment. Do you know what I should do with you,

sir?"

The lieutenant made no reply, and the father continued:

"I should have you court-martialed for disobeying the command of your

superior officer. But I won't do it this time. However, it is a very

good thing that our emperor--God bless him--is a very good friend of

your father. Otherwise----"

He broke off and shrugged his shoulders significantly, then continued:

"Then no doubt that big gray dog I stumbled over outside--and which

almost bit me--is the property of your prisoners."

Hal stepped forward and saluted.

"He is, sir," he said.

The old general eyed the lad for some minutes in silence. Hal bore

the scrutiny without flinching. Then the general turned to Chester and

repeated the process. Chester also met his gaze squarely.

"Humph!" ejaculated the German commander; then turned suddenly to his

son.

"When you have introduced us," he said, "we shall all go in and have

something to eat!"

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