Harry, pointing his flashlight ahead, saw that it was not going to
stop.

"Oh! A secret passage! I understand now!" he exclaimed, finally.

"Isn't it jolly?" said the other. "Can't you imagine what fun we
used to have here when we played about? You see, this may have
been used to bring in food in time of siege. There used to be
another spur of this tunnel that ran right into the house. But
that was all let go to pot, for some reason. This is all that is
left. But it's enough. It runs way down under the river -- and
in a jiffy we'll be out in the meadows on the other side. I say,
what's your name?"

They hadn't had time to exchange the information each naturally
craved about the other before. And now, as they realized it, they
both laughed. Harry told his name.

"Mine's Jack Young," said the other scout. "I say, you don't talk
like an Englishman?"

"I'm not," explained Harry. "I'm American. But I'm for England
just now -- and we were caught here trying to find out something
about that place."

They came out into the open then, where the light of the stars
enabled them to see one another. Jack nodded.

"I got an idea of what you were after -- you two," he said. "The
other one's English, isn't he?"