"
"Private papers or papers pertaining to the, war?"
"Don't know, sir. All I know is that they said, they had left safe and
were to bring them back if they ever do got back."
Of course the surrounding group were listening. Among these was a
runty, pockmarked, weasel-eyed little chap who went by the name of
Pete, and whom was not much thought of, being considered by those who
knew him best to be more than half German by blood. Be this as it may,
he now began to edge outward from the group and gradually gravitated
towards a side door.
However, he was already watched, and by no less a one than Byers'
orderly. Ever since the escape of Hans, every one suspected of German
connections had been under secret but thorough espionage. When Pete
went out at one door the orderly emerged at the other in time to see
Pete making for the observation post.
"What can the fool want there?" wonder the orderly. In less than a
minute he was satisfied for, drawing from his pocket a peculiar flare
Pete lighted and sent it up, where it shivered into different colored
flashes, doubtless some kind of cheap signal to warn his countrymen
that some big was up. Perhaps also a signal for some one to meet Pete
somewhere. But the orderly had even less patience than discretion. In
two more minutes he had Pete under arrest and bound for the guard
house. One of the mechanics aided the orderly and despite Pete's
protests, he was shut up for the night.
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