But at last the lad overtook him and laid a hand on
his shoulder.
"Slow down, there," he commanded. "First thing you know you'll have the
whole camp after us. Those shoes of yours must be at least number
elevens. They shake the whole earth when you run."
"Well, they have come in pretty handy to-night," said Stubbs. "What are
you stopping here for?"
"Because I don't want to arouse every German in the camp. I'll tell you
about that strategy now."
"Well, let's hear it real quick," said Stubbs, impatiently. "I want to
get away from here."
"So do I," said Hal, "but I want to get away all in one piece. Here's
my plan: We can't hope to get away by running. Sooner or later, before
we are clear of the German lines, we are certain to bump into some one.
That would settle it. We'll go ahead a little more, then we'll enter
one of these tents, tap the occupants on the head with our revolver
butts and crawl into their cots. Then when our pursuers have gone by
we'll go back."
"By Jove!" said Stubbs, "that's not half bad. Wonder why I can't think of
things like that?"
"Because you're too busy running," returned Hal.
The first of the pursuers came into sight at that moment and uttered a
cry.
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