managed to find some raw turnips which they devoured, declaring,
in their hunger, that they were the best meal they had ever eaten.
Fortunately they managed to find water, though they had to drink it by
stealth for they were like hunted animals, making their way through a
country held and devastated by a cruel foe. They hid most of the day
and traveled by night, not knowing whether or not they were going in
the right direction.

But they kept moving, though, at times, Bob, who seemed worse off than
either of his chums, said he must give up. But Jimmy and Roger fairly
dragged him on.

One day, when it seemed that they must lie down in a field and give
up, they saw, coming over the top of the hill, a party of soldiers. It
was getting dusk, and they could hardly distinguish the uniforms.

"If it's Germans I'm too tired to run," said Bob, weakly. "Let 'em
take us!"

"I will not!" declared Jimmy fiercely. "I'll fight 'em with stones,
and die fighting, rather than go back to a prison camp!"

"I'm with you!" cried Roger, and this attitude on the part of his
chums seemed to rouse Bob.

Each one selected a large stone, though whether they really would have
used them in their desperation I can not say. But in a moment all was
changed.

The three figures, standing together in the field, attracted the
attention of the officer leading the party of soldiers. He gave a
sharp command, and at the sound of the words Jimmy cried:

"They're English! They're English! Hurrah, fellows! We're with friends
once more!" And he ran forward followed by his chums.

It was true. A party of English soldiers, sent out to get some
information, had come upon the three escaping prisoners, and, a little
later, Bob, Roger and Jimmy were being well cared for while they told
their story of what had happened.

"And so we blew their nasty dump to bits; eh, lad?" asked an English
lieutenant, or "leftenant," as they are called.

"Yes," assented Jimmy.

"A little bit of hall right, I call that!" commented a cockney
sergeant.

So weak and exhausted were our friends that they had to stay in the
English billets several days before they could be sent under escort to
their own command. And you may imagine better than I can describe it
the joy of Franz and Iggy when they welcomed their Brothers once more.

"It's like having you back from the dead," declared Franz, with tears
in his eyes as he held the hands of the three friends.

"Better even, for a