But Harry's eyes were glistening.
"Don't you see?" he said, lowering his voice so that they could not be
overheard. "We know something now that probably even a lot of the soldiers
don't know! They're mobilizing. If they are going to be sent from Waterloo
it must mean that they're going to Southampton--and that means that they
will reach France. That's what we'll see at Waterloo station--troops
entraining to start the trip to France. They're going to fight over there.
Everyone is guessing at that--a lot of people thought most of the army
would be sent to the East Coast. But that can't be so, you see. If it was,
they would be starting from King's Cross and Liverpool street stations, not
from Waterloo."
"Oh, I never thought of that!" said Dick, brightening.
When they got on the train at Ealing they were lucky enough to get a
compartment to themselves, since at that time more people were coming to
Ealing than were leaving it. Dick began at once to give vent to his wonder.
"How many of them do you suppose are going?" he cried. "Who will be in
command? Sir John French, I think. Lord Kitchener is to be War Minister,
they say, and stay in London. I bet they whip those bally Germans until
they don't know where they are--"
"Steady on!" said Harry, smiling, but a little concerned, none the less.
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