I'd have hurt him if he had tried to get away." "How did you take him ?" Ribaut asked, kneeling beside the still man.
"Threw him with an old football tackle." "The Hun's neck is broken," reported the French captain, raising the enemy's head and letting it fall.
"What's that ?" Greg demanded astonished.

"Say, you're right, aren't you?
And to think of all the good fighting I missed through holding on to that 'prisoner'! Dick will tease the life out of me! By the way, where is he ?" "I thought he went this way," Ribaut answered.

"We must find him.

I hope he wasn't hurt." Thoroughly alarmed Greg wheeled and darted along the trench, looking for his chum.

Then he raced back, going off in the opposite direction.
"Prescott isn't here!" he gasped, and sprang up at the parapet.
"Here! Don't do that," Major Wells called to him, in a low voice.
But there was no stopping Holmes.