e to go back to
your own? Indeed not! Now, then, ready--march--all of you!" and he
nodded at Secor and Labenstein.

Blake and his two friends noticed that no hostility seemed directed
toward the two conspirators, who, however, appeared as much surprised at
the advent of the raiding party as were the boys. It was evident,
though, that some understanding existed between the German captain and
Labenstein, for they talked in low voices while Secor stood a little
apart. The gaze of the Frenchman rested on the boys in what Blake said
later seemed a peculiar manner.

"Well, up to your old spying tricks, I see!" exclaimed Joe, with a sneer
he could not forego. "Have you summoned any submarines lately?"

A strange look passed over the face of the Frenchman, but he did not
reply. Labenstein, who had finished his talk with the German captain of
the raiding squad, turned to the boys, and a tantalizing smile spread
over his face as he said:

"Ah, we meet again, I see!"

"And you don't seem to have found much use for my flashlight," said
Blake. "I hope it still works!"

The German muttered an exclamation of anger, and turned aside to pick up
the boxes of films. This was too much for Charles Anderson, who sprang
forward, crying:

"Say, those are ours, you Dutch thief! Let 'em alone! We came here to
get 'em! Let 'em alone!"

The German captain gave a sharp order, and Charlie was forcibly pulled
back by one of the soldiers.

"Say, but look here!" exclaimed the lanky assistant of the moving
picture boys. "This isn't war. I mean we aren't fighting you
Germans--though we might if we had the chance. We're just taking
pictures, and these fellows have stolen our films," and he indicated
Secor and Labenstein. The latter made some reply in German to the
captain which the boys could not understand.

"Give us back our films and let us go!" demanded Macaroni. "We only came
to get them!"

"Enough of this!" broke in the captain. "You are our prisoners, and you
may be thankful you are alive," and he tapped his big automatic pistol
significantly. "March!" he ordered.

Labenstein and Secor picked up the boxes of exposed film containing the
army views and went out of the hut followed by some of the soldiers.
Then the moving picture boys were told to follow, a guard of Germans,
with ready bayonets, closing up the rear. A little later the boys,
prisoners in the midst of the raiding party, were out under the silent
stars. For the time peac