Henri carries his knowledge in his stomach. A queer place for
knowledge, but a good place when there are Boches about. Now I shall
be going.'

"He did not get far. The lad was halted shortly after leaving his
cover. Germans sprang up on all sides of him. He saw that he had
stumbled into a nest of them and that there was no escape.

"'What would you of me? I have done nothing,' cried the boy when he
was roughly dragged before an officer. 'I go to my parents in yonder
village.'

"'Is it for that that you crawl along and hide yourself as a spy?'
demanded the officer sternly.

"'I saw the soldiers and I was afraid,' he whimpered.

"'Take him away!' ordered the officer.

"'Take me where? You can see I have nothing. I am but a poor peasant
boy who could do no harm even if he would.'

"'You are shamming. You are a spy and you should be shot. Search him!'
commanded the officer.

"They stripped the child, Henri, during the operation, weeping
bitterly, but such tears as he shed were forced, yet they appeared
real to the onlookers. His clothing was very thoroughly searched, the
soldiers even tearing out the lining of his blouse and ripping his
necktie apart to make certain that no despatches were concealed in