He could no longer doubt that Graves was in league with the spies
on whose trail he and Dick had fallen. And he understood that, if
he kept quiet, all would soon be all right for him. But if he did
that, the plans of the Germans would succeed. He had already seen
an example of what they could do, in the destruction of the water
works. And it seemed to him that it would be a poor thing to fail
in what he had undertaken simply to save himself. As soon as he
reached that conclusion he knew what he must do, or, at all
events, what he must try to do.

For the officer who had arrested him he felt a good deal of
contempt. While it was true that orders had to be obeyed, there
was no reason, Harry felt, why the lieutenant should not have shown
some discretion. An officer of the regular army would have done
so, he felt. But this man looked unintelligent and stupid. Harry
felt that he might safely reply on his appearance. And he was
right. The officer found himself in a quandary at once. His men
were mounted on cycles; Harry was on foot. And Harry saw that he
didn't quite know what to do.

Finally he cut the Gordian knot, as it seemed to him, by
impounding a bicycle from a passing wheelman, who protested
vigorously but in vain. All he got for his cycle was a scrap of
paper, stating that it had been requisitioned for army use. And
Harry was instructed to mount this machine and ride along between
two of the territorial soldiers. He had been hoping for something
like that, but had hardly dared to expect it. He had fully made
up his mind now to take all the risks he would run by trying to
escape. He could not get clear away, that much he knew. But now
he, too, like Graves, needed a little time. He did not mind being