"Granted," I growled, without turning a hair, "but arms down and hands
up!"
"Ground arms!" bawled the German's voice. Scarcely had the command
rung out when, like clockwork, forward bent three hundred automatons,
down went three hundred rifles, and up again to attention stood three
hundred disarmed boobies.
"Hands up!" Up went six hundred paws, and three hundred hoarse voices
chorused "Kamerads! Kamerads!"
Ripping! I could have yelled with joy at the sight and shouted "Bravo!"
But not a sound escaped my lips. Instead I folded my arms and remained
motionless, looking very fierce, I dare say.
Wouldn't there have been a hullabaloo if somebody had guessed what
thoughts were passing through the poor brain inside that stern figure?