you? I don't see that it makes much difference. I've always thought
that I could see how I could write a pretty innocent looking letter if
I was a spy.

"They have had a lot of trouble with spies at Verdun, where my brother
is. Why, would you believe it, the Germans have come right inside the
French and English lines in broad daylight to do their spying! One
bold ruse they worked, just once was to rig up one of their automobiles
to look like our ambulances. That car carried six Germans, all dressed
as English soldiers, and once inside our lines they went dashing around
as aids and orderlies.

"All went well with them, they had seen the whole layout and gone down
to the very last trench, when one of them stumbled and out came a
thoughtless 'Mein Gott!' for he thought he had broken his ankle. Now
of course that would have been a catastrophe indeed, but so was that
slip into the German tongue. A kindly Providence saw to it that an
alert Tommy had heard, and in a trice those six make-believe English
soldiers had been rounded up and were on their way to headquarters.
Next morning there was a sunrise party, for those Germans must be
taught it isn't ever healthy for them inside our lines."

"Indeed they must!" agreed Zaidos heartily.

"We have got to beat them in the end," said the English soldier with
the quiet sureness that has so often helped England to victory. "But
they are sure as sure that they will beat us, so they keep hammering
away and they will keep it up just as long as their men last."

As if in answer to his last statement a shell struck the earth twenty
yards away, and exploded. Another followed, and fell in almost exactly
the same place.

"See that?" said the Englishman. "Two days ago one of our best guns
was there where those shells have fallen. How did they know just where
it was stationed? We had not fired it. And it was ambushed from the
airships. Pretty rotten, work, eh?"

As he spoke, a snapping, long-drawn snarl punctuated by deeper roars
told that the rapid-fire guns and the howitzers were awake along the
English lines. A stir of preparation passed like a wave over the
resting and lounging soldiers. Two great Zeppelins appeared overhead.
They wheeled closer and closer. Even at so great a distance, the roar
of their engines was terrific.

Zaidos turned and shook hands warmly with the soldier whose letter he
had shared.

"Good-bye, and good luck!" he said heartily. "Hope we w