l and went on.
But we didn't feel much like walking and decided to lay up in the first
likely-looking place that we came to. The whole country is beautifully
wooded, so it was not long before we came to a nice bluff. It looked
nice and quiet, and we settled ourselves for the day. We were very
tired, and we both fell asleep, but I woke with a start, for I heard
something coming through the bush. I wakened Mac, and we grasped our
heavy walking sticks and lay still. The sound came nearer and nearer,
and just when our nerves were at breaking point two bright eyes looked
down at us over the edge of the little hollow we were in--it was a
hedgehog. We couldn't keep from laughing at the scare it had given us.
I wanted to take revenge, but Mac said, "No, let the little devil
alone, it's a sign of good luck." Nothing else happened that day, and
we chewed away at our raw potatoes and drank milk as we waited for
darkness. When it came we started out again across country.

About 1 A.M. we came to a railroad track and after looking carefully in
case there should be a sentry on guard, we crossed and came up on a
carefully graded road. It was difficult travelling this night because,
owing to the clouds, we had to depend entirely on our compass. We were
not sure how the road ran, so while Mac got out his searchlight and
endeavoured to read the compass I kept watch. If it was only getting a
drink, one was always on guard. A moving figure in a field at the edge
of the grade caught my attention, and at first I thought it was an
animal. So it was, but of the two-legged German variety. He had seen
our light, and suspecting that we were prisoners he determined to get a
good shot at us. I suppose he could almost see the four hundred marks
offered by the Government as a reward for a prisoner, dead or alive.
He was coming in a stooping position, and the night was so dark that I
wasn't sure it was a man until he raised his rifle and straightened up.
Then I grabbed my chum and said, "A man, Mac," and we made a bolt for
cover. The shot rang out, but he did not get us, and before our
pursuer could climb the grade we were safely hidden in the bush. This
was a warning that we were getting into the "danger-hole" district, for
the man who shot at us was a police patrol.

Let me explain how the Holland border is guarded. It is well known
that the border between Belgium and Holland is protected by a fence of
_live wires_; but the Hollan