Harry told his name.
"Mine's Jack Young," said the other scout. "I say, you don't talk like an
Englishman?"
"I'm not," explained Harry. "I'm American. But I'm for England just
now--and we were caught here trying to find out something about that
place."
They came out into the open then, where the light of the stars enabled
them to see one another. Jack nodded.
"I got an idea of what you were after--you two," he said. "The other one's
English, isn't he?"
"Dick Mercer? Yes!" said Harry, astonished. "But how did you find out about
us?"
"Stalked you," said Jack, happily. "Oh, I'm no end of a scout! I followed
you as soon as I caught you without your bicycles."
"We must have been pretty stupid to let you do it, though," said Harry, a
little crestfallen. "I'm glad we did, but suppose you'd been an enemy! A
nice fix we'd have been in!"
"That's just what I thought about you," admitted Jack. "You see, everyone
has sort of laughed at me down here because I said there might be German
spies about. I've always been suspicious of the people who took Bray Park.
They didn't act the way English people do. They didn't come to church, and
when the pater--I told you he was the vicar here, didn't I?--went to call,
they wouldn't let him in! Just sent word they were out! Fancy treating the
vicar like that!" he concluded with spirit.
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