“You done it! You done it all right, _señor_. I didn’t think you had the nerve, but you done it!” whispered the driver fiercely. “Now let’s get out and look her over,” Don said in a calm voice which belied his feelings. They jumped to the ground, hearing expressions of injury and protest from those within. Around at the front of the car the man and boy were quite alone. “She’s fixed now, I think.” Don’s manner appeared stern. “She is. We’d better attend to that rod and bolt, as you----” “Plenty of time. Say, this is getting results. It’ll even things up with me and the coin---- Say, where did you say you’re from?” “I didn’t say yet. Want to know? I’m Mexican born; folks came from Bavaria. Foreign colony at home; talk English mostly. My old man and his crowd lost all their money----” “Where do we go from here, Betsy; where do we go from here?” sang one of the sappers within. “We don’t go; we stay awhile, blast your boots!” yelled Don. “--through an English oil syndicate; he was tryin’ to do them and they were tryin’ to do him and did it. Reckon there’s some way of getting square. I enlisted from El Paso. What’s your trouble?” “Mebbe you’d be surprised if I tell you I was born in Germany and learned to talk English on a visit to America, where they got me for this scrap. Who do you take your orders from? I get mine from----” Don paused, as though listening; then added: “That slow shooting is German machine-guns. Give it to ’em, Fritz, me boy!” “I get mine from a liaison sergeant; he’s up at the front now. Got ’em complete fooled, he has. A German fellow that was in America before the war broke out. He raised the roof over there, he says; helped to blow up one ammunition storehouse and set fire to a gun factory.” “Mebbe I’ve seen him and I ought to know him. What’s he look like?” Don asked, making no attempt to hide his eagerness. “Short, thick-set; looks something like a wop. Little mustache; has a cast in his eye. Good feller, though, and free with the coin. You can ask one of the cooks in there--the big one; he’s with us, too; German. Where’d you say you got your orders?” “From the United States Government!” Don replied, suddenly pulling his automatic. “Now, hold up your hands! Up, up, I say, and keep ’em up high!” CHAPTER VII A GOOD BEGINNING A SUDDEN quiet, after much complaining, settled upon the occupants of the transportation _camion_; Don Richards’ quick, sharp order had been heard and the driver was seen to back away with his arms in air. Then the chap with the red cross on his sleeve was heard again: “Hey, some of you fellows in there, tumble out; will you? Bring a rope! Here’s a German!” A sapper and one of the cooks responded at once; the latter was a big man and he came ahead, evidently wanting to keep the other back. Don heard the cook say: “I’ll be enough; you needn’t butt in.” But the sapper, a wiry little fellow, edged along just the same and he was quite sober. So was the cook, who spoke quickly: