poor old woman like that; but my stars, don't she
kick and try to land a blow on some of their noses."

"Whew! what do you think!" exclaimed Rob just then, for he had been
listening to some of the chattering on the part of the excited crowd
near by. "It isn't an old woman, after all, but a man. That explains how
he comes to fight as he does, and why the Belgians keep on treating him
so roughly."

"A man, and dressed up like a woman!" cried Tubby. "Well, if that isn't
a queer stunt, I want to know. Is he trying to escape military duty, do
you think, Rob? I remember they have conscription here in Belgium just
like in Germany, Russia and France. Every young fellow has to serve the
colors just so long."

But Rob shook his head. By now the soldiers had apparently conquered the
spirit of the man in woman's garments. His white Belgian cap had been
torn off in the struggle, showing that his hair was short underneath. He
was also bleeding from having come in contact with some hard object, but
he now stood there as straight as any grenadier, and looked his captors
contemptuously in the face.

"They say he's a German spy!" Rob told his two chums. Tubby again held
his breath, and stared as hard as he could at the prisoner.

The crowd became fairly wild to get at the captive, and made all manner
of violent threats as they surged around the little group. The milk can
was upset, and the dogs liberated by some friendly hand ran wildly away,
as though knowing that their temporary master had gotten himself in a
serious scrape.

The four determined Belgian soldiers guarding their prisoner against the
fury of the mob began to work a way along the pavement, meaning, no
doubt, to land their prize in the lock-up, where he would be safe until
the firing squad was called on to complete the tragedy.

Presently their signals brought another detachment of the guard to the
spot, a way was speedily cleared through the dense masses of people, and
that was the last the three scouts saw of the spy. They could guess his
fate, but at the same time felt positive that he must have met it as a
man.

Somehow, the experience gave them a queer feeling. Here they had been
rubbing up against some of the tragic happenings of the war, and after
being in Antwerp only a few hours. No wonder they all felt convinced
that the signs pointed to their having some lively times ahead.

"And say, I didn't get my drink of milk, either, did I?" lamented Tubby,
afte