ormed the other. "What conduct is this?"

In amazement Jimmie drew back a pace. He grasped the bridle reins of
his horse in his left hand. Looking keenly at the mounted man, the lad
recognized the fact that his intentions had been misunderstood.
Without another word the lad mounted his animal.

"Where are you going, Jimmie?" asked Dave anxiously as Jimmie wheeled
his mount. "What are you going to do now? Shall we make a break?"

"I guess we've made break enough," replied Jimmie with set jaw. "Here
I go and rescue one perfectly good Kaiser from a dropping shell that he
don't see, and now he gets sore at me for doing it. I'm going back to
the position where I was ordered to stand, and they can all be shot to
pieces next time for all the help they get from me!"

"Then I'm going with you!" declared Dave. "Come on!"

Gravely Jimmie returned to the very rim of the crater that had been dug
in the solid earth by the bursting of the gigantic shell. Here he
halted, drew himself erect in the saddle and waited. Dave drew
alongside.

In another instant the two were surrounded by officers and Uhlans.

"Dismount at once!" ordered an officer.

Jimmie glanced quickly at the man and discovered him to be none other
than von Liebknecht, the man who had been so closely concerned in
Jimmie's recent experiences. Not deigning a reply, the lad obeyed.
His action was quickly followed by Dave.

Following an order rapidly given in German, one of the Uhlans urged his
horse forward and grasped the reins of the two horses. He fairly
jerked the leathers from the hands of the boys and led the two away.

"My word!" declared Dave with emphasis. "We're in for it now!"

"I wonder just what they're going to do?" asked Jimmie in a whisper.

"Firin' squad at sunrise, most likely!" said Dave. "We're now, as I
understand it, criminals of the worst sort."

"I don't get you," puzzled Jimmie. "What's the big idea?"

"We've committed one of the worst crimes in the calendar!" declared
Dave. "As I understand it, we've meddled with the person of the
Kaiser, and that's only one degree less awful than saying horrid things
about him. That's what I've been told, at any rate."

"Great frozen hot boxes!" ejaculated Jimmie. "Is it a crime to save a
man's life when you get the chance?"

"I can't just say how they'll look at it," replied Dave. "But here
comes the old top himself. Maybe he'll have a word to say."

Von Liebknecht began what