But not more than five minutes elapsed before the boys sighted a big touring car, with half a dozen khaki-clad men in it, tearing along toward them. Don stopped and signaled to the soldiers to do the same. They dashed up with screeching brakes, and Don stared. In the front seat, with the driver sat Clem Stapley. All ill feeling in Don’s mind was swept aside by the business at hand. Its nature and the comradeship that natives of the same distant country in a foreign land and in a common cause naturally abolish personal ill feeling. So he shouted: “Hello, Clem! Say, fellows, there are two spies right ahead; they just--” “In a Red Cross car?” asked a man on the rear seat; he was an M. P. “We’re looking for them. Got word at the French evacuation hospital. Two did you say?” “Yes, and they’re getting away at a lively rate. Clem, one of them is the same German we saw in the train; the one that got away after they blew up the mills, over home. I’ve seen him before, too, north of here. He--” “Sure he’s a German?” asked the M. P. Clem had said no word and seemed to wish to avoid acknowledging Don. The M. P. turned to Clem. “Say, Corp, if you know this spy we’d better be getting on. That’s the orders. The P. C. told you to get these fellows.” Corporal Stapley turned slowly to reply. “Ask you informant here how he came to discover these Germans.” “Ask him yourself,” retorted the M. P. “Look here, Clem, don’t be a fool--twice!” Don blurted, angrily. “This is big business and allows for no petty child’s play.” “How did you get on to them?” Clem deigned to ask, then. And Don briefly related the adventure with the two signalers back of the Mondidier front and then told of the incident just past. “Couldn’t hold them,” remarked Clem. “Fool trick. I guess you’re better when you’ve got another that’s some account backing you. Let them get away! Fierce! Poor work!” “Hey, yo’ white fellah, hit ain’t so!” Wash put in, angrily. “Yu ain’t in yo’ right min’, Ah reckon. Wha’d yu done ef yu’d ben thar?” Clem paid no attention, but asked another question. “Did they scare you very much?” Don, though hurt at his townsman’s words, decided to let them pass; he merely waved his hand up the road, but Wash was more than game. “Mah boss ain’t gittin’ scairt at nuthin’, yo’ white fellah! Ah bet yu can’t scare him. Dis yer same German spy fit wif mah boss up yon furder no’th an’ mah boss jes’ up en’ kilt dis German man’s pardner, kilt him daid! Major Little of the evac. horspittle he done tol’ me ’bout hit. Dey ain’t no po’ white German what kin scare mah boss!” “Thank you, Wash. But this gentleman won’t believe--” “Well, you sassy nigger, how then did this spy get away?” “Come, come, Corporal! This looks silly to me. Let us be going on, or that spy will get away from us.” “Good luck to you, Mister Policeman,” said Don, and started his car again.