"I like to go into the pros and cons," declared Rollo. "If you can convince me that your scheme is a sound one, I'm on; otherwise--dead off. For one thing, where are the German uniforms?" "You've forgotten the Uhlans we slung into the ditch." Rollo shrugged his shoulders disdainfully. "I draw the line at donning the saturated uniform of a dead Uhlan." "Come, don't be squeamish. If you are never asked to do a worse thing than that in the course of your natural, then you are a lucky individual. You'll find it's like taking a header into the sea on a gusty summer's day. The wind makes you shiver, and you think twice about it, but once you are in the water it's comparatively warm." "You haven't got over the language difficulty." "Yes, I have; at least I think so. If we meet any patrols, you must pretend to be half-dead----" "I guess I shall be dead entirely if we do." "Badly wounded, then. I'll bandage you up, and at the same time put a scarf round my jaw." "What for?" "Haven't you any imagination, old man? Why, to make out I've been wounded in the mouth and am unable to speak a word." "You may think me an obstinate mule, Kenneth," said his comrade, "but why should two wounded men be trying to make their way to the front? Naturally they would be making tracks to the nearest field hospital." "You've done me there," declared Kenneth. "But I can't see how we can go direct towards the German lines. Whether we go to the right or left the road runs nearly parallel to the enemy's front." "Perhaps we may as well risk it," decided Rollo. "I believe I noticed a plank across the ditch about a mile along the road. The question is whether the bike will stand it over the rough ground." "She will--she'll tackle anything within reason," said Kenneth optimistically. "So let's make a move." Overcoming their natural repugnance, the two lads recovered the bodies of a couple of Uhlans from the muddy ditch and proceeded to strip them of their uniforms. These they wrung out, and placed on the broken brickwork to dry. "I say!" suddenly exclaimed Rollo. "How about these boots with spurs? Do Uhlans ever ride motor-bikes?" "Rather! They've a couple of motor-cyclists to each troop. All we have to do is to knock off the spurs, and there you are!" As soon as the two lads had completed their change of uniforms they made a final reconnaissance. Finding the road clear of troops, Kenneth started the engine and stood astride the saddle, while Rollo took up his position on the carrier. They looked a pair of bedraggled scarecrows. The Uhlan uniforms were wet and plastered with mud. Rollo's forehead was bound round with a grimy scarf, while, to give a most realistic touch, Kenneth had tied the blood-stained handkerchief that had been applied to his chum's ankle round the lower part of his face, completely covering his mouth.