They were put in a
tent some distance away and a guard stationed over them. They were not
searched.
"Well," said Hal, "we're out of Germany, but, it seems to be a case of
out of the frying-pan into the fire."
"They can't shoot us as spies," declared Stubbs. "Holland is not at
war and we have not been active against her."
"No, but they can take this list away from me," said Hal, "and it has
to go to Washington."
"Then we'll have to get out of here," said McKenzie.
"A nice job," declared Chester, "and two of us wounded. By the way,
McKenzie, your wounds need attention. I'll call the Dutchman and have
you fixed up."
He hailed the guard outside, who in turn passed the word for the
captain. The latter appeared a short time later, and Chester explained
what he wanted. The captain moved away and fifteen minutes later a
Dutch physician entered the tent ad dressed McKenzie's wounds.
"Well, that feels some better," said McKenzie with a laugh, as the
surgeon departed. "I feel as good as new now."
The four were kept in the tent all night, and early the next morning
were informed that they would be taken to Amsterdam at noon.
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