"
"What if we're seen from the road?" urged the pessimistic Sergeant.
"There's never a job about which you can't put those questions. What if
Ludendorff had known just what Foch was going to do, Sergeant? At any
rate anybody who sees us is two miles either way from a police
station--and may be a lot farther if he tries to interfere with us!
It's a hundred to one against anybody being on the road at that time of
night; we'll pray for a dark night and dirty weather--which, so far as
I've observed, you generally get in this beastly neighborhood." He
leant forward and tapped the Sergeant on the shoulder. "Barring
accidents, let's say this day week; meanwhile, Neddy"--he smiled as he
interjected. "Neddy is our chauffeur--Neddy and I will make our little
plan of attack."
"Don't be too generous! Don't leave all the V.C. chances to me," the
Sergeant implored.
"Neddy's fair glutton for 'em! Difficulty is to keep him from murder!
And he stands six foot four, and weighs seventeen stone."
"Ill back him up--from be'ind--company in support," grinned the Sergeant,
considerably comforted by this description of his coadjutor.
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