ard to say which of them was more

ing here?" Harry

tter what Ernest answered; that there could be no reasonab

d. "What are you doi

ht have given a good account of himself in a hand-to-hand fight with Graves, but, as it was, the older boy's superior weight gave him alm

e's something precious queer about you, my American friend! I fancy

his feet. Now he saw the

papers belong to me! You've

nly laughed

nd started. In a moment he was out of sight, around a bend in the road. Only the put-put of the motor, rapidly dying away, remained of him. But, even in that mome

it was Dick, trying to start his motor–but it was Graves trying to keep us from starting it! But he

the repair place!"

m together. He forgot his wonder at finding Graves, the pain of his ankle, everything but the instant

d the wires of the magneto–that's what I'd do if I wanted to put a motor

k. "I can ride one of those things, but the best

start you've got to have a spark–and you get that from electricity. So there are these little wires that make the connection. He didn't cut them, thank Heaven

dent at all," sai

p when we did or he'd have cut the tires to ribbons. And there are a lot of things I'd rather do than ride one

gine; it answer

lephone in your fa

or Jack was p

lly. He took Dick's machine–and mine is a good ten miles an hour faster. I can race him and beat him but, of c

here i

not. I don't think they did, either. I think he'll come along

here and

any other way, and I don't know what he'd think if he came here and found the cycles and all go

ith the wind whipping into his face and eyes, and the incessant roar of the engine in his ears, he knew he was starting what was like

angry when he had not been chosen for the special duty detail. But that did not seem a sufficient reason for him to have act

, as it seemed to him, was the question of how Graves had known, f

the problem that presented itself. And then, to make it worse, there was that remark Graves had made. He had said Harry would find it hard

to be trying to find it now. I'd better keep my mind on this old machine, or i

t he was taking chances, of course. Graves might have turned off the road almost anywhere. But if he had done that, there was nothing to be done about it; that much was certain.

s of a village as he swept through; then he stopped, and asked if a man on another motorcycle had passed ahead of him. Two or

ace to nothing but the sleep of those he disturbed. No one was abroad to get in his way, and he forgot utterly that there might be need for caut

ut to him to stop, and, seeing

d, angrily. "I'm on

. "Too many of you telling that tale to-night. And the last one said

iles away. Evidently he, too, had been held up; evidently, also, he had u

can see my uniform, can't you? I'm a Boy Scout, and we're

or speeding too fast since the war began has blamed it on the war. We'll have to take you along, my boy. They tel

at it would be foolish to claim his own identity. Graves had assumed that, and he had had the practically conclusive

along with you, officer. But yo

ders, sir, and I've got to obey them. Not that I li

see it, officer," he said. "Can't be helped–but

hile he was doing so, he was p