"Well," said Frank, "I almost wish they wouldn"t. I"d rather have the treaty signed at Berlin than at Versailles."
"Eager for more fighting with the Huns?" asked the colonel, with an amused smile.
"Not that exactly," returned Frank. "But when I start a job I like to finish it and finish it right."
"Well," said the colonel, "you may have all the fighting you want right here in the Coblenz bridgehead. I heard rumors when I was in Berlin that a movement was on foot to stir up trouble in the zone of American occupation. Agitators were to be sent there by the Spartacans to try to overthrow the local government and take the reins of power. I heard that proposed myself at a street meeting of rioters that I witnessed from the windows of my hotel. A man with a red beard was declaiming at the top of his lungs and predicting that if the people of Coblenz would rise under the red flag they could sweep the hated Americans back from the Rhine."
"A man with a red beard, did you say?" asked Frank.
"Why, yes," answered the colonel, a little amused by his earnestness. "Not that there"s anything extraordinary about that, I should suppose. There are probably thousands of men with red beards in Berlin. Why do you ask?"
"Because," said Frank, "the man whom we captured in the ruined castle last night and whom the lieutenant has been examining also has a red beard. He is an agitator of the worst type, and I know from what he said in his speech that he comes from Berlin. It may be only a coincidence, but if so it"s a singular one."
"I shouldn"t wonder if you were right," said the colonel. "What is the man"s name?"
"Spatler, I think," replied Frank. "Heinrich Spatler. At any rate that"s the name he gave to the lieutenant."
"Spatler," repeated the colonel, wrinkling his brows. "It seems to me that I saw that name on one of the banners carried by the rioters at the meeting. It may be that you are right. If he"s the same man, he"s a fanatic of the most dangerous kind and will stop at nothing. I hope that now your people have him under lock and key you"ll keep him there. But I must go now, as I want to reach Mayence to-night if possible. I"m very glad to have had this few minutes" chat with you. By the way, when have you heard from Madame Sheldon? I hope that she is well."
"I had a letter from her a week ago," replied Frank. "She is in excellent health and full of grat.i.tude to you for your efforts in recovering her property. As soon as I am released from the Army of Occupation she plans to meet me in Paris and go with me to Auvergne. There she will have a chance to meet you and express her thanks in person."
"I shall be charmed," replied the colonel. "I should like nothing better than to have her settle in France permanently as a resident of our beautiful Auvergne, but I suppose that is too much to hope for. You have America in your blood."
"Yes," laughed Frank. "France is beautiful and great, but America is to me above all."
"I should think less of you if it were not so," answered Colonel Pavet. "_Au revoir,_ then. Remember me to Madame Sheldon when you write."
With a cordial handshake they parted. The colonel vaulted into the saddle of his horse which an orderly was holding at the door, and Frank returned to his comrades, who he found busily preparing to return to Coblenz, in accordance with an order that had just come from the lieutenant.
"Why we"ve just got here!" objected Frank, when he heard the news.
"And now we"re going back!"
"It"s this way," explained Tom. "The lieutenant is anxious to get those prisoners off his hands and safe in jail at Coblenz. It seems that he pumped a lot of information out of one of the fellows who gave away his comrades, and he wants headquarters to go into the matter at once. We"ve been chosen among others to guard the prisoners because we took them and we may be wanted as witnesses. So back we go, and I"m glad of it."
"Same here," echoed Billy.
Bart and Frank looked at each other and laughed.
""Alice, where art thou?"" quoted Bart.
"We know why you fellows want to get back to Coblenz in such a hurry," joked Frank. "Gee, it must be awful to have such a hankering. I will admit, however, that Alice and Helen are pretty girls. Bless you, my children, bless you."
"Quit your kidding and get busy," admonished Billy. "We start in half an hour."
"We"ll be ready," replied Frank. "Watch our smoke."
At the appointed hour all was ready and the company set off with their prisoners under guard. There was a strong detachment as escort, and in addition to the men"s rifles, a couple of machine guns were taken along, as the lieutenant was taking no chances. He had learned enough from the perusal of the papers and the testimony of the informer to believe that serious trouble was brewing, and he was anxious above all that the prisoners should be safely delivered at Coblenz.
It was a beautiful winter day. The air, though cold, was still, and the sun was shining brightly. The boys were in high spirits and joked and laughed as they trudged along. The prisoners alone were sullen and depressed. The man with the red beard was the only one that maintained an air of defiant.
Suddenly, the roar of an aeroplane made itself heard, and, looking up, the boys descried it sailing above them like a gigantic bird and moving in the same direction in which they were traveling.
They saw at a glance that it was an American plane.
"No more need to duck for shelter when we see those things,"
laughed Billy.
"No bombs coming down to smash us into bits," exulted Bart.
"No," said Frank, "all German planes are on the ground. They can"t look for Red Cross signs and hospitals any more."
"This fellow"s swooping down!" exclaimed Tom, with heightened interest. "Maybe he"s caught sight of us fellows and wants to get a closer look."
CHAPTER X
FROM THE SKY
"More likely it"s engine trouble of some kind," suggested Frank, gazing at the swooping airplane. "My, but he"s a nifty driver! See how he handles that machine!"
"d.i.c.k Lever himself couldn"t do better," remarked Bart, as he watched the graceful curves described by the aviator in his descent.
"Good old d.i.c.k!" observed Billy. "I wonder where he is now."
The aviator was evidently aiming for a large open s.p.a.ce a little to the right and in advance of the moving column. Soon he had reached it and landed as lightly as a feather.
"Wouldn"t have broken a pane of gla.s.s if it had come down on it,"
observed Tom admiringly. "That fellow knows his business."
The aviator climbed out of his machine and came over toward the column, which had just received the order for the ten minutes rest, which, according to regulations, came at the end of every hour of marching.
He was encased in heavy clothing and his face was almost concealed by the fur-rimmed visor that he wore.
"Something about that fellow that looks familiar," remarked Billy.
"By the great horn spoon!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Frank, "it"s d.i.c.k Lever himself."
"That"s what," smiled the newcomer, as the boys surrounded him and, with a yell, fell upon him.
There was no mistaking the warmth of the greeting, and d.i.c.k smiled with gratification as he extricated himself from their grasp and tried to shake hands with them all at once.
"What good wind blew you this way?" queried Frank.
"A mighty cold wind, as you fellows would admit if you were up there," laughed d.i.c.k.
"You look pretty well fixed for it," commented Billy, as he took in d.i.c.k"s voluminous trappings. "A polar bear has nothing on you."