But at that moment the camp came to life. Armed men sprang up on
all sides.
In the very act of digging his heel into his horse's flank, the
lieutenant pulled up.
"It's no use," he said quietly to his friends. "To move is certain
death."
Then came a voice from right before them.
"Surrender!" it cried. "Surrender or you are dead men!"
CHAPTER VI.
THE OLD CASTLE.
Lieutenant Anderson raised a hand.
"We surrender," he said quietly.
The officer approached, a revolver held ready for instant use.
"Dismount!" he ordered shortly.
The four companions slid to the ground. A squad of soldiers
surrounded them.
"Search them for arms," was the next command, and they were relieved of
their weapons.
"To the castle!" ordered their captor. "Forward, march!"
With the four prisoners in the center, the soldiers moved away.
"Looks like we were into it pretty steep this time," said Hal, as they
were being led away.
"Silence!" came the sharp command of the German officer.
They moved along for several minutes without a word except for an
occasional command from the officer.
At length a grim, gray wall loomed before them in the darkness, and
without a stop the prisoners were hurried across a little bridge, led
across a courtyard and escorted within the structure.
A fear-inspiring place it was, but the four captives entered without a
tremor, their heads held high and their step firm. Any spirit of
foreboding they may have felt was not manifested in their carriage.
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