“When Louise had dressed she went on her way. That night our High Commander way across the line in France knew how many Germans had been wounded in that battle.” “Louise, the spy, had told him,” Peggy whispered. “She showed them the paper on which the number had been written,” said Alice. “Where do you think it was hidden?” “In her basket!” Tillie cried. “No.” “In her hair,” Tillie guessed again. “I know!” Peggy jumped up and down. “In her candle!” “Good! That’s right! How did you guess?” Alice’s face shone. “She—” Peggy did not finish. At that instant old Flash leapt from his corner, dashed up to the window which was above his head, and barked angrily. At the same instant Tillie cried: “We do have a spy on our farm! I saw his face in the window! Saw him plain as day!” They all rushed to the kitchen where the others were talking. A few excited words and the boys, with Flash at their heels, were out searching in the night. But for one thing they might have succeeded in making a capture. The moment they stepped outside, the sky was lit by a sudden flash. Then came the roar of an explosion. “They’re at it again,” Young Lord murmured. “Here Flash!” Brand called. “Go find him!” But Flash only whined at his feet. The roar of that distant explosion had paralyzed him. And so, in the end they returned empty handed. “Aunt Alice,” Peggy whispered as she was being tucked in bed, “will you tell us more about those lady spies?” “Sometime perhaps,” was the quiet reply. _Chapter_ VII Enemy Sighted After they returned from the futile search the three of them, Dave, Brand and the Young Lord stood for a time beside the car. They had talked for a moment. Then Brand walked away to the barn for one more look about before he retired for the night. It had been a strange, exciting and momentous day. Nothing quite like it had ever happened at Ramsey Farm before. He felt restless and ill at ease. After he had gone the Young Lord asked Dave a strange question: “What are you doing in England?” “Why—I—nothing really,” Dave hesitated. “You see my uncle is in the news service here. He was coming over in the Clipper. He invited me to come along. So here I am. Perhaps it wasn’t quite as simple as all that, but he fixed it up.” “I see,” the Young Lord murmured. Did he? Dave doubted that. He made a second start. “You see I’ve had two years in college. Didn’t like it any too well, the class-room part. Oh, math was well enough. In fact I really liked it. But the rest,” he heaved a sigh. “Well, I majored mostly in football, basketball, tennis and golf. So—oo,” “So they didn’t care much whether you stayed on?” “I suppose not. Anyway, all the colleges in America have been crammed with fellows who haven’t anything else to do but go to college now,—”