l,
but toward our own army and the boys of the Five Hundred and Ninth.
If we ever get back to our friends we'll have to denounce Captain Frank
Dickerson, or whoever that fellow it. That's all there is to it"

"I--I guess you're right," agreed Bob, slowly. "It's tough, but it has
to be done!"

"If we get the chance!" added Roger.

"Of course! If we get the chance," agreed Jimmy. "Mind, I don't say
that we actually have to give him up, or capture him," he added. "That
would be too much. But it's our duty to tell what we have seen."

The others nodded their heads.

"We haven't a chance to capture him now." Jimmy resumed. "He's armed,
and we're not. Besides, even if we three could overpower him, he might
signal to the Germans who were just here. No, all we can do is to wait
and see what happens. And the first thing we'd better do is to get out
of this neighborhood. It isn't healthy!"

They looked once more in the direction of "Captain Frank Dickerson,"
as he had called himself. He had folded up his papers and was about to
rise from the log.

"Duck, fellows! He's looking this way!" hoarsely whispered Bob, and
the boys dropped behind a fallen tree.

The officer in the German uniform did, indeed, look toward the woods,
but he made no advance that way, and presently walked off in the
direction taken by the searching party which had been so close to the
three former captives, evidently without knowing it.

"And now we'll make tracks the other way," decided Jimmy, and they
put some distance between themselves and the man they believed a spy
before they halted to eat.

"I'm glad I didn't have my five thousand francs with me when we fell
into the hands of the Germans," said Sergeant Jimmy, as they sat and
rested after the rather meager meal.

"Why?" asked Bob. "Maybe you could have bought some food, by bribing a
guard."

"Not a chance!" was the answer. "The Huns would have taken every cent.
No, I don't mind Maxwell having it--even if he's skipped with it,
or if he's missing with it in his pockets. That's better than having
German jailers take it. But I guess we'll never see the sergeant or
the money again."

"It doesn't look so," agreed Roger. "Well, it's the fortune of war, I
reckon. But have we any chance of seeing our friends again?"

"We'll make a big try," declared Jimmy.

Of the miseries of the next two days the Khaki Boys never like to
talk afterward. They ate all their food, and were still hungry. They