They had passed fairly close to a cottage, which was
apparently untenanted. Now they came upon another. No signs of
life could they see around it. They pulled up for the first time
and stood behind a rude shack nearby.
"Lot of good it will do us to run away from those two," growled Bob,
panting. "If they don't find us some other Boches will. It is only
prolonging the agony."
"I prefer the agony of being free to the agony of being a prisoner,
just the same," replied Dicky. "Those two soldiers may have a job
on that will not allow them to hang around here long. We have come
quite a distance, and they would be very lucky to find us now. I'll
bet they have gone on about their business. They will report the
fact that a plane came down, and whoever comes to find it will think
some other fellows have picked us up. This is too big a war for
anyone to worry much about two men. Besides, the very hopelessness
of our fix is in our favor."
"I don't mind looking for silver linings to the cloud," said Bob.
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