ur purposes," answered the other man. "There's
less chance of our being seen."

"Not much chance of that, anyway, so early in the morning as this,"
answered the soldier, looking at his watch. "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.

"Well," said the soldier, "what's the matter? Don't I look like a
Frenchman?"

"You'd deceive the devil himself," answered the man with a short laugh.
"No one would ever think you were born in Bavaria. Don't forget and
stick up the corners of your mustache, though. That might give you
away. When do you think you can get over to see that fort?"

"I don't know," answered the soldier sharply, "but I'll meet you here
day after to-morrow at the same hour. Auf Wiedersehen," and he was gone.

After his departure, his companion lingered a moment, lit a cigarette,
looked up at the sky, and, seeing that the shower was nearly over,
strolled off in the opposite direction.

The children, looking after him, saw him come upon their basket near
the brook, examine it carefully, and then look