ge successfully revolted.
For the fifth time at least the Durend works--which the Germans had
looked upon as peculiarly their own--had been the scene of successful
blows against their authority. These exploits were too extensive and too
public to be hidden, and the Walloon workmen of Liege--never a docile
race--had been progressively encouraged to commit similar acts
elsewhere, or to resist passively the pressure of their German
taskmasters.

In the view of the German governor it was imperative that a blow, and a
stunning one, should be struck at this tendency among the Liege workmen.
Had the authors of this latest outrage been captured, an example would
have been easy. Unfortunately, they had again escaped, and in a manner
so impudent and daring that the exasperation of the Germans was greatly
intensified. Rewards had been offered before and had proved fruitless.
On this occasion the governor resolved to sweep aside what he termed
trifles, and to use firmly and pitilessly a weapon of terror already in
his hands.

The Durend yards had been entirely closed the moment intelligence had
reached M. Schenk that suspicious persons had broken into one of the
idle workshops. After the fire all workmen found within the yard had
been closely examined, and those definitely known to have Belgian
sympathies placed under arrest. These men numbered thirty-nine, and it
was by using them as hostages that the German governor intended to
strike terror into the hearts of the Walloons. They were hurried before
a military court, briefly examined, and found guilty of conspiring
against the German military occupation. Sentence of death followed as a
matter of course.

Max and Dale had reached their lodging without any particular
difficulty, after again taking refuge in the waters of the Meuse. They
were tired out with their all-night exploit, and, removing their wet
garments, tumbled heavily into bed. It was thus late in the afternoon
before they heard from the landlord of their house the news that the
German governor intended to execute all the Belgian workmen caught
within the precincts of the Durend yards. Even then they could hardly
bring themselves to believe it.

"It's too rascally even for the Germans, Max," declared Dale at last.
"It's probably only a threat to force one of them to give away his
fellows."

"Maybe, Dale, but I know enough of the Germans to believe that if they
don't succeed they will not hesitate to carry out the