were coming to Ealing than were leaving it. Dick began at once to
give vent to his wonder.

"How many of them do you suppose are going?" he cried. "Who will
be in command? Sir John Frencli, I think. Lord Kitchener is to
be War Minister, they say, and stay in London. I bet they whip
those bally Germans until they don't know where they are --"

"Steady on!" said Harry, smiling, but a little concerned, none the
less. "Dick, don't talk that! You don't know who may be
listening!"

"Why, Harry! No one can hear us -- we're alone in the carriage!"

"I know, but we don't know who's in the next one or whether they
ean hear through or not. The wall isn't very thick, you know.
We can't be too careful. I don't think anyone knows what we're
doing but there isn't any reason why we should take any risk at
all."

"No, of course not. You're right, Harry," said Dick, a good deal
abashed. "I'll try to keep quiet after this."

"I wonder why there are two of us," said Dick presently, in a
whisper. "I should think one would be enough."

"I think we've both got just the same papers to carry," said
Harry, also in a whisper. "You see, if one of us gets lost, or
anything happens to his papers, the other will probably get
through all right. At least it looks that way to me."