"Dick Mercer? Yes!" said Harry, astonished. "But how did you find
out about us?"

"Stalked you," said Jack, happily. "Oh, I'm no end of a scout! I
followed you as soon as I caught you without your bicycles."

"We must have been pretty stupid to let you do it, though," said
Harry, a little crestfallen. "I'm glad we did, but suppose you'd
been an enemy! A nice fix we'd have been in!"

"That's just what I thought about you," admitted Jack. "You see,
everyone has sort of laughed at me down here because I said there
might be German spies about. I've always been suspicious of the
people who took Bray Park. They didn't act the way English people
do. They didn't come to church, and when the pater -- I told you
he was the vicar here, didn't I? -- went to call, they wouldn't
let him in! Just sent word they were out. Fancy treating the
vicar like that!" he concluded with spirit. Harry knew enough of
the customs of the English countryside to understand that the new
tenants of Bray Park could not have chosen a surer method of
bringing down both dislike and suspicion upon themselves.

"That was a bit too thick, you know," Jack went on. "So when the
war started, I decided I'd keep my eyes open, especially on any
strangers who came around. So there you have it. I say! You'd
better let me try to make that ankle easier. You're limping
badly."

That was true, and Harry submitted gladly to such ministrations as