"Ye gods!" cried the man in the rear of the car. "Go on!" he
commanded.

As the car sped out of Stiffkey, Herbert exclaimed with
disgust:

"What's the use!" he protested. "You couldn't wake these
people with dynamite! I vote we chuck it and go home."

"They little know of England who only Stiffkey know," chanted
the chauffeur reprovingly. "Why, we haven't begun yet. Wait
till we meet a live wire!"

Two miles farther along the road to Cromer, young Bradshaw,
the job-master's son at Blakeney, was leading his bicycle up
the hill. Ahead of him something heavy flopped from the bank
into the road--and in the light of his acetylene lamp he saw
a soldier. The soldier dodged across the road and scrambled
through the hedge on the bank opposite. He was followed by
another soldier, and then by a third. The last man halted.

"Put out that light," he commanded. " Go to your home and
tell no one what you have seen. If you attempt to give an
alarm you will be shot. Our sentries are placed every fifty
yards along this road."

The soldier disappeared from in front of the ray of light and
followed his comrades, and an instant later young Bradshaw
heard them sliding over the cliff's edge and the pebbles