"Speak English, dummer kerl he exclaimed, angrily. "These English
people have not much sense, but if a passerby should hear us
speaking German, he would be suspicious. Our words he cannot hear
and if they are in English he will think all is well."

"This is one of those we heard of this afternoon," said the
driver. "This Boy Scout. The other is riding to London -- but he
will not go, so far."

He laughed at that, and Dick, knowing he was speaking of Harry,
shuddered.

"Ja, that is all arranged," said the leader, with a chuckle. "Not
for long that could not be. But we need only a few hours more.
By this time tomorrow morning all will be done. He comes, Von
Wedel?"

"We got the word tonight -- yes," said the other man. "All is
arranged for him. Ealing-Houndsditch, first. There are the
soldiers. Then Buckingham Palace. Ah, what a lesson we shall
teach these English! Then the buildings at Whitehall. We shall
strike at the heart of their empire the heart and the brains!"

Dick listened, appalled. Did they think, then, that he, a boy,
could not understand? Or were they so sure of success that it did
not matter? As a matter of fact, he did not fully understand.
Who was Von Wedel? What was he going to do when he came? And how
was he coming?

However, it was not the time for speculation. There was the