As soon as he had done so he hurried on, feverishly, taking a
course that, while longer than necessary, was essential since he
dared not go near Bray Park. He realized thoroughly how much
depended on his promptness. It was essential that Colonel
Throckmorton should learn of the wireless station, which was
undoubtedly powerful enough to send its waves far out to sea, even
if not to the German coast itself.

And there was Harry. The only chance of rescue for him lay in
what Dick might do. That thought urged him on even more than the
necessity of imparting what they had learned.

So, scouting as he went, least he encounter some prowling party
from Bray Park silently looking for him, he went on hastily. He
was almost as anxious to avoid the village as the spy headquarters,
for he knew that in such places strangers might be regarded with
suspicion even in times of peace. And, while the war fever had
not seemed to be in evidence that afternoon, he knew that it
might have broken out virulently in the interval. He had heard
the stories of spy baiting in other parts of the country; how,
in some localities, scores of absolutely innocent tourists had
been arrested and searched. So he felt he must avoid his friends
as well as his enemies until he had means of proving his identity.

Delaying as he was by his roundabout course, it took him nearly an
hour to come to scenes that were familiar. But then he knew that
he had found himself, with the aid of the stars. Familiar places
that he had marked when they made the cache appeared, and soon he
reached it. But it was empty; motorcycles and papers -- all were