CHAPTER XXI
A DESPERATE RESOLVE
Forgetting for the moment the fact that he was a German prisoner, BobDalton, at the sight of the long-lost Franz Schnitzel, rushed forwardto greet his Brother. The two clasped hands warmly.
"Oh, but it's good to see you!" cried Franz.
"And it's good to know that you are--alive!" Bob hesitated over theword. For poor Franz did not seem much more than alive. He was wastedaway, as were all in that horrible camp.
In the American army they had been well fed, and their condition showedaccordingly. For some time Franz, and for a shorter time, Bob, had beenfed in the German way--underfed, and that on the most miserable of food.
"How did it happen that you were captured?" asked Franz, as he and Bobwalked off a little by themselves. "I suppose you heard all about me."
"Well, not exactly," Bob answered. "We heard part of the story aboutyour capturing some Germans, and then either being captured yourself,or else disappearing--we couldn't be quite sure what it was. We hopedyou were alive, even if you were a prisoner, but we couldn't be sure."
"Oh, I'm a prisoner all right," replied Franz. "There's no questionabout that. And it happened just like that! I did capture some Huns,but another party came along, rescued those I had, and copped me.Then I was brought here, after a fearful journey. But tell me aboutyourself. How did they get you?"
Bob told of the blowing up of the farmhouse, his unconsciousness andsubsequent capture.
"Well, I guess Roger, Jimmy and Iggy are the only ones left to fightthe Germans," sighed Franz.
"I don't know about Iggy," replied Bob. "I hope he's left."
"Why, what do you mean? Are Rodge and Jimmy----"
Franz hesitated to put his terrible thought into words.
"We don't know what happened to them," said Bob. "They weren't to befound after one of the big fights we had. Whether they are killed orcaptured we don't know. For a time Iggy and I were the only two leftof the original five. Now I'm gone, and poor Iggy may be all alone. Butwhat sort of camp is this?"
"About as bad as it well can be," said Franz gloomily. "They starve us,beat us, make us work, and do everything mean."
"Any chance of breaking out?" asked Bob. And then as he looked as theheavy stockade and the bare, electrically charged wires, he added: "Iguess there isn't, or you'd have tried it long ago."
"Some have tried it," said Franz in a low voice, as he looked around tomake sure of the persons in the immediate neighborhood of himself andBob. "Some got away--at least, they didn't come back here. Others whotried to get away have been shot, and some poor fellows were killed onthe electric wires."
"Well, I guess we're doomed to stay here then," and Bob sighed. "Butit's tough luck!"
Once more Franz looked around. And then, to Bob's surprise, hiscompanion in misery leaned over and whispered:
"There's a chance! Just a bare chance! I can't tell you any more now.One of the guards is looking at us. Lean over and pretend to be tyingyour shoe!"
Bob did so, his heart thumping hard with the sudden rush of hope. Hetried to act naturally.
"Look at these shoes!" he exclaimed, extending his foot as if he weretying a loose lace. "The fellows who caught me took my good ones andleft me with these paper things. They're nearly half 'melted' now."
"I had the same luck," said Franz, exhibiting his footwear, which wasin the same condition as was Bob's. "But it's all part of the fearfulgame. Are you hungry?"
"Hungry? Say, that word doesn't fit at all! I'm starved!"
Once more Franz looked cautiously about. The guard's gaze seemed to beremoved now, and the young prisoner spoke more freely.
"Come along," he said to Bob. "There's a vacant bunk next to mine. Youwant to cop it while you have the chance, then we can be together. Anddon't breathe a word of this to anyone, but I've a couple of chocolatecakes hidden away. They're great for staving off that starved feeling."
"Chocolate!" ejaculated Bob. "For the love of----"
"Hush!" cried Franz. "Do you want me to be robbed of it? I got it offan Englishman who died," he went on. "You see the Red Cross sendspackages of food and things like chocolate to the Allied prisoners.Sometimes we get 'em, and, more often, we don't. The Huns know a goodthing when they see it. But this Englishman got a package just beforehe died, and when he found he was going West he divided it out amongsome of us. I've kept my chocolate ever since, though many a day I'vebeen almost wild to eat it."
"What'd you save it for?" asked Bob. "You didn't know I was coming."
"No, but"--again Franz whispered--"I would need it if I escaped. I wassaving it for that."
"And you think there isn't a chance to get away now?"
Franz looked around and cautiously replied: "I think there's a chance,but there's no use dying of starvation waiting for it. I heard thatthere is to be another distribution of food packets from the Red Crosssoon. We can save some of that, if we get anything, and take it with usif we're lucky enough to break out. Come on, I'll get the chocolate."
Franz led the way to one of the barracks where he and his fellowprisoners were herded. Herded is the right word, too. It was amiserable place. Franz went to his "bunk," which, was a mere apologyfor a bed. Looking about, to make sure he was not observed, he removeda loose board in the floor and took out a package wrapped in some oldrags. In the package were two cakes of sweet chocolate.
"We'll divide one now, and save the other," whispered Franz. "Notelling when we'll get more."
Bob never would have believed that chocolate could taste so good. Itwas nourishing, and small as was his portion and that of Franz, theyboth felt better after munching the confection and drinking some water.
Miserable days followed Bob's arrival at the prison where Franz washeld. In common with other unfortunates, the Khaki Boys were starved,beaten at times, and driven forth to labor for their captors. At nightthey were herded back to the barracks.
"I don't see how we're ever going to escape," sighed Bob one nightafter a wearying day. "I'm willing to give up!"
"Don't say that!" urged Franz. "This very night some of us are going toget together in the dark and talk matters over. I have a plan. It mayfail, but we might as well be shot while trying to escape as to leadthe life we do."
This information seemed to bring new life to Bob.
And that night, between inspections of the guards, a silent bandof prison conspirators met in a dark corner of the barracks. Franzwhispered to them his plan of escape.
"What do you think of it?" he asked.
"It's desperate," said an Englishman.
"But let's try it!" suggested another. "Otherwise I shall go mad!"
And so the daring resolve was taken.