“We don’t both have to go. One’s enough. We can draw for it can’t we?” “Sure. But we’ve got to hurry. Lofton’s next; about six minutes. Here, let’s toss up. What’s yours?” “Heads. Hold on! The ginks are fixing to get off at Lofton, as sure as you’re----” The sentence was not finished. The full-bearded German got up to reach for a bundle in the rack above, and the other man lifted a big satchel from the floor. The men got into the aisle and started for the forward end. Not until they were out on the platform and the train almost at a standstill did the boys slip back and into their overcoats, grab their suit cases and make for the rear end, being careful to drop off on the side away from the station platform and then to dodge quickly around a freight car that stood on the siding, peeping beneath it toward the glimmering lights, for now it had begun to grow dark. It chanced that only these four male passengers and one woman got off at Lofton and there was no one waiting for the train, except the station master; therefore, it became an easy matter to note the movements of the two men. “They’re going out along the track, in a hurry too,” Clem said. “Going to cross--yes, there they go,” was Don’s observation. “Out the Galaville road. Come on; let’s see where--” “I’m going to chuck this suit case in the station.” “Here, too. Danny Morgan’s got to wait for the up train.” “Turn up your collar and pull down your lid, Clem, so’s to show no white.” “And get a move on, Don; those fellows are in a big hurry.” A mutual object quickly brought these lads to a friendly, even familiar understanding, proved by the use of their first names and their quick agreement in action. Both noticed it, but they were either too proud or too much engrossed to refer to it openly. Ahead of them lay an apparently necessary purpose and they followed it with the quick determination that belongs to the well balanced, bright-minded school boy. It could be said of old Brighton that it put self-reliant energy and pep into its pupils; no youngsters anywhere could be prouder of the zeal to do and the encouragement therefor, which spoke volumes for the accomplishments of that student body, and in athletics, as well as for the many graduates who had attained high standing in various fields of endeavor. In nothing was this better shown than by the lads who entered the war and won distinction. It was no light task to follow those hurrying, distant figures on a darkening winter night, along what soon became a winding, lonely, tree or thicket-lined by-way. The town ended at the station and only one house faced the Galaville road beyond for more than half a mile.