"What?" cried Hal. "Stubbs gone into Germany?"

"I supposed you knew that," said Block. "I supposed he was one of
you."

"No," said Chester, "Stubbs is what he represents himself to be -- a
war correspondent."

"Nevertheless," said Block, "he has gone into Germany as Herr
Klepstein, a Dutch newspaperman."

"That means," said Hal, "that it will be hard work getting passports
for us."

"Not at all," said Block. "I can do that with ease. There are many
Dutch correspondents in Germany. Two or three more won't matter. One
of you can take my passport." He looked at Hal. "You and I look
something alike, anyhow," he said.

"So we do," Hal agreed. "But can you get passports for my friends
here?"

"I can manufacture them myself, the same as I did for your friend
Stubbs," said the Dutchman quietly, "I need not tell you, however, that
should I be discovered I would probably be shot. But why shouldn't I
do it? My mother was an English Woman."

"We shall be greatly obliged," said Hal.

Block led the way from the tent.