“Well, a lot of people would like to know just when you’re going. They hang round the men and offer them rides in cars, and the men get to talking, and pretty soon they’ve told all they know.” “They’d better not try it on me.” “You almost told me a moment ago.” Sergeant Gray sat quiet and a trifle hurt. “I am only warning you,” said the girl. “There are spies simply everywhere. I can’t do much, and that’s my way of doing something. That and being a sort of taxi,” she added. They were in a town now, and by the lamps he saw just how pretty she was. “Thanks awfully for warning me,” he said rather humbly. “A fellow gets to think that all this spy talk is—just talk.” “Well, it isn’t,” said the girl briefly but with the air of one who knew. The sergeant eyed her askance. “That sounds as though you knew something.” “Perhaps I do. Though of course one doesn’t really know these things. One suspects.” “Naturally one does.” She glanced at him, but his face was grave. “What I would like to know,” he proceeded, “is what one does when one suspects.” “I am afraid you are trying to be funny,” she observed coldly, and brought the car to a standstill. “Here’s your car line.” He hesitated. Then he made a wild resolve. “I see it,” he said agreeably. “Thanks awfully for bringing me. We can go back now.” She stared at him. “You are not going anywhere?” “Why, no,” he said, trying not to look conscious. “I said that I’d like to go to the end of the car line.” “You’re there.” “I only wanted to look at it.” “Very well. Get out and look at it. I don’t think you’ll find it unusual in any way.” “Look here,” he said humbly. “I’m awfully sorry. I was just hungry to talk to some one, and when you offered——” “I have done exactly as I offered. You will please get out!” He got out slowly. He was overcome with wretchedness and guilt, but her pointed chin was held high and her face was obstinate. “Thank you very much,” said Sergeant Gray, and turning drearily commenced his lonely walk back to camp. He could hear her behind him backing and turning in the narrow street. He plodded on, cursing himself. If he had had any sense and had got out and let her think he was going somewhere—— The lights of the car were close behind him now. When they were abreast he heard the grinding of the brakes as it stopped. “I don’t want to be disagreeable,” said the girl, beside him. “I suppose you did want some one to talk to. I’ll take you back if you like.” “I’d better not bother you any more.” Suddenly she laughed. In the light from a street lamp she had caught her first real glimpse of his face. “Wherever did you get that eye?” she demanded. “Fighting,” he said shortly. “We had a roughhouse at the barracks last night.” “I should think you were going to have enough trouble soon without getting beaten up like that,” she said with a touch of severity. “Well, are you going to get in?”