"It's not yet
four o'clock!"
"Best not to linger, anyway," said the other man. "That Captain
of yours has the eyes of a hawk. I was up at camp the other day
selling cigarettes and chocolate, and he eyed me as if he was
struck with my beauty."
"I wish you'd keep away from camp," said the soldier,
impatiently. "It isn't necessary, and you might run into some one
who knew you back in Germany. There are all kinds of people in
the Foreign Legion. I tell you, it isn't safe, and besides, I can
get all the information we need without it."
"All right, General," responded the other, grinning. "But have
you _got_ it? That's the question. I expect that buzzard will be
flying around again over this field in a night or so,--the moon
is 'most full now, and the nights are light,--and I've got to be
able to signal him just how to find the powder magazine and the
other munitions. Then he can swoop right over there and drop one
of his little souvenirs where it will do the most good and fly
away home. I advise you to keep away from that section of the
camp yourself."
"Here is the map," said the soldier, drawing a paper from his
pocket, "and there are also statistics as to the number of men
and all I can find out about plans for using them. Take good care
of it. It wouldn't be healthy to be found with it on you."
The first man pocketed the paper. "That's all, is it?" he asked.
"All for this time, anyway," answered the soldier.
The man looked at him narrowly.
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