at was carrying vegetables for the troops in quarters in London. His only hope now was to get his information to Colonel Throckmorton as soon as possibl

e soldier to consent to a slight delay of the truck, and he tried also

it would be reopened soon. A stroke of luck came his way, however. In this place Boy Scouts were guarding the gas works and an electric light and power plant, and he found one sq

ose name was Burridge. "By the way, I know a scout in your troop–Graves. He was on a scout wi

strange. He and Graves were not on terms of intimacy, by any means. He decided qu

, then. You'll give my message to Mercer or Youn

turn of duty," said Burridge, wi

k clouds were massed there, and there was a feeling in the air that carried a foreboding of rain, strengthening the threat of the r

hat information concerning the British plans could they get that would be worth all they were risking? The wireless at Bray Park; the central station near Willesden, whence the reports

an expeditionary force to France or Belgium. But the information would not be vital; it didn't seem to Harry that it was worth all the risk implied. But if, on the other hand, there was some p

gland, even if they could spare the troops. Not while the

theory, a possibility of the future. It was something definite, that had arrived. Even as he thought of the possi

t of that!" he

see, all at once, the usefulness Bray Park might have. Why, the place was like a volcano! It might erupt at any minute, spreading ruin and destruction in all

ioned to represent the British 'planes, and so escape quick detection, might set forth. They could carry a man or two, elude guards who thought the air lanes safe,

be swift, stabbing raids. Water works, gas works, would be blown up. Attempts would be made to drop bombs in barracks, perhaps. Certainly every effort would be made to destroy the great wareho

ry of warfare. He was learning for himself that modern warfare is an ugly thing. He was to learn, later, that it still held its possibilities of glory, and of heroism. Indeed, for that matter, he

arousing itself to meet the new day. Harry knew that he was near his journey's end. Tired as he was, he was determined to make his report before he thought of sleep. And then, suddenly,

he cried. "T

s, headed by a young of

d the officer

red down,

Scout–come down!"

m of malignant triumph on the face of Graves. But n

rs you stole from me,

om me!" said Grav

g!" said the office

n Harry. He stared at them and

s this?" he

he officer. "Espionage, and conspiracy to give aid and comfort

he was silent by the sheer inability to decide whic

me!" he asked, thickly, his f

out in due time, my

allowed to see Colonel Throckmorton at once!

n to see anyone later. But now I have no discretion. Come! If you

e was frantic. Realizing the importance of the news he carried, and beginning to gl

e back the papers he t

hat I had suspected almost from the first–that he was a spy. He was leading an English scout from his own patr

s. He turned to Harry. "Come, my lad. I hope you can clear yourse

nd began walking along, a soldier on each side.

aid. "I'll come on to Ealing later. Though, of

id the officer,

!" exclaimed Harry, aghast. "Don'

's enough of your lip, my lad. Keep a quiet tongue in your head.