Some ten minutes after the train had passed they caught sight of low buildings ahead on the east side of the track, and a dim light. In case there might be Germans on the spot, they left the rails, walked across a field under cover of the hedge, and approached the buildings from the east. These, they found, were three low wooden sheds, near the opening of a large quarry, which Kenneth remembered having seen marked on the map. The sheds were in ill repair: there were many chinks and gaps in their boarded walls. Apparently the quarry and its appurtenances had been for some time disused. The light which they had seen from the railway line proceeded from one of the sheds, from the interior of which they now heard guttural voices. Peeping through a chink in its wall, they saw four Germans smoking, drinking, and playing cards by the light of oil lamps. There were narrow beds ranged along the opposite wall, some of which were occupied. Helmets and tunics hung from pegs. In one corner rifles were piled. In another stood a cooking stove, its iron chimney passing out through the roof. It was evident that the shed was continuously occupied. At the end nearest the line the door was open, and a sentry paced to and fro. While the Englishmen were taking stock of all this, they heard the drone of an aeroplane approaching. The four men at the table sprang up, turned down the lamps, seized their rifles and ran to the door. Kenneth stole a few yards along the wall until he came within earshot of them. He was on the shaded side of the shed; there was nothing but miscellaneous litter on the ground, so that it seemed unlikely that the Germans would come in this direction. "Is it one of ours?" asked one of the men, as the drone grew louder. "I can’t see," replied another. "It sounds like an English machine." "Well, they won’t spot us. They haven’t done it by daylight, so they won’t now." "They’re flying rather low. We could easily hit them." "But that would be to give ourselves away. They have gone past. It’s all right." The aeroplane disappeared. But the men had no sooner re-entered the shed than its drone was heard again. They hastened out. "It’s coming round in a circle," said a voice. "The cursed Englishmen seem suspicious." "They’re hunting for the gun, of course. But it has been quiet lately. The captain heard the sound in time. And there’s nothing bright about the gun. The English are dished." "They’re no good, the stupid English. They’ve no chance against German brains."