sized town, he suddenly saw three policemen, two of whom were also
mounted on motorcycles, waiting for him.

They waved their arms, crying out to him to stop, and, seeing that
he was trapped, he did stop.

"Let me by," he cried, angrily. "I'm on government service!"

"Another of them?" One of the policemen looked doubtfully at the
rest. "Too many of you telling that tale tonight. And the last
one said there was a scorcher behind him. Have you got any
papers? He had them!"

Harry groaned! So Graves had managed to strike at him, even when
he was miles away. Evidently he, too, had been held up,
evidently, also, he had used Harry's credentials to get out of the
scrape speeding had put him in.

"No, I haven't any credentials," he said, angrily. "But you can
see my uniform, can't you? I'm a Boy Scout, and we're all under
government orders now, like soldiers or sailors."

"That's too thin, my lad," said the policeman who seemed to be
recognized as the leader. "Everyone, we've caught for speeding
too fast since the war began has blamed it on the war. We'll have
to take you along, my boy. They telephoned to us from places you
passed -- they said you were going so fast it was dangerous. And
we saw you ourselves."

In vain Harry pleaded. Now that he knew that Graves had used his