It will go hard with you if you
disobey. Shackle them both, and send them to him under guard.'
He flung down two pairs of handcuffs, and one of the men who was holding
Ken picked them up, while another seized his wrists.
It was on the tip of Ken's tongue to protest fiercely against this
indignity, but he checked himself. It would be better, he remembered, that
these men should not know that he spoke their language.
Roy was fighting like a fury. Three of the troopers had their work cut out
to hold him. As it was, he managed to get one hand loose, and before the
others could seize it again one of their number lay insensible on the
ground with his nose broken and flattened against his face.
'Steady, Roy!' cried Ken. 'These swabs are no better than Germans. They'll
only frog-march us or something equally beastly if we resist.'
'But handcuffs!' roared Roy in a fury. 'D'ye think I'm going to be
handcuffed like a common criminal?'
'They think we're spies,' Ken answered. 'They're going to take us to
headquarters.
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