The glaring lights came nearer. The throbbing motor had easily the better of hills such as this. The seekers of a just revenge tried to see who was on the driver’s seat behind the lights--a difficult thing to do. A voice caused their weapons to lower. “Reckon dis de place t’ stop. One amberlance done quit gittin’ all het up, heah. Yu kin turn her roun’ easy by backin’ into de fiel’ a ways, lessen yu hits a groun’hawg hole er sumpin’.” “No groundhogs in this country, Wash. We might hit a rock, though. Hello, you fellows! Are you stuck?” This last addressed to Duncan and Stapley who had risen and come forward. If Clem felt any bitterness toward Don he did not think of it now; there was too much else to occupy his mind. But Don, leaping to the ground instantly, seemed not to know him. Duncan knew Don and at once began to relate their experiences. “And you mean to say you fellows couldn’t stop them? Let them get away up yonder and murder this poor helpless soldier on the way! And only yesterday this fellow,” with a bend of his head he referred to Clem, “rubbed it into me because--” “Well, that--that was dif--” began Clem. “Not a bit of it! But why parley? Duncan, you and I can get busy. Those fellows are down there yet, in the road just west of the lane. They’re doing something to their car. That’s twice I’ve run into them fixing it, but I didn’t know them this time. Wash, confound you, were you asleep? Why didn’t you tell me--?” “Sleep yuse’f! How’s I know--?” “Cut the comedy! Come on, if you’re sure that was the spies,” Clem said. “Hold on! You’re not in this and they’ll be there awhile, you can bet,” said Don. “You fellows slipped up in your attempt and this is my job. There’s one way to get those chaps and that only, Duncan. Listen to me--Wash, you get in back and lie low. We two will get in on the front seat. We’ll dim the lights and then go along singing and let on we’re half tipsy until we get right up to them. I’ll stop and ask them for a drink and you turn the bull’s-eye on them and if it’s the spies we’ll act quick; see?” “I’m going with you,” said Clem. “Not in my car,” Don retorted. But Clem walked to Don’s ambulance and jumped in. “We can scrap afterwards, Richards; not now. Come on--three are better than two.” “That’s so,” asserted Duncan. The plan was carried out as laid down. With all their science and suspicions those Hun spies had no idea of any such thing being pulled off. Though three half-drunk Yankees were an unusual sight, especially in an ambulance, it was nothing to bother about. To humor them and let them go on was a simple matter. “Oh, we won’t go home till evenin’!” sang Clem. “Till mornin’, you blamed fool! D-don’t ye know the words?” Don shouted, tickled to give Clem a dig. “Aw, dry up an’ let me sing it! Thish-a-way it goes: Oh, we won’t get home till mornin’, till broad-s-say--.”