tary admission.

As they approached the base of the mountain where they had parted from
Lieutenant Mackinson, Joe, and Frank early that day, the moon reached
its zenith, and its beams, reflected upon the white ground, made the
night almost as light as day.

Two hours later they were upon the identical spot from which they had
wirelessed headquarters in the morning. It was midnight now as two of
the Germans, working under Jerry's orders while Slim kept a weather eye
on the others, set up the pack-set.

Jerry worked the key half a dozen times and then got an almost immediate
response. The first query after he had identified himself was:

"This is Joe; where are you?"

"Just got back to where we left you this morning," Jerry ticked off into
the air. "Bringing in a German lieutenant and four of his men as
prisoners. Should arrive by daylight, as we have horses."

"Great," was Joe's radio response. "Have letter from Brighton and fine
news. Will make your report."

And the pack-set was put back in its compact case, and, paired off as
before, the journey was resumed.

"Say," said Jerry, as they urged their horses down the side of the
mountain leading to fairly level ground all the way into camp, "I'm
hungry enough to eat dog meat, but I guess we can hold out now until we
reach our lines."

"Yes, I suppose so," Slim answered. "But how'd you like to have some
sausage, and some plum pudding, and----"

"Don't," pleaded Jerry. "The idea is too much. My stomach is accusing me
of gross carelessness now."

"Wonder what's in that letter from Brighton, and who wrote it?" said
Sum, glad to change the subject and forget his own hunger.

"Can't imagine, but my own curiosity has been as to whether the fine
news Joe mentioned comes from there or refers to something at
headquarters."

And so, sore, tired and hungry, but happy withal, they continued on. The
moon waned and set, and tradition proved itself--it became darkest just
before dawn.

"Wait!" said Jerry, just at this stage of the journey, and he jumped
from his horse to recover something that he had seen the German
lieutenant drop.

It proved to be a packet of papers, bearing the official German army
seal.

"Ah-ha!" Jerry cried, riding up to the officer and thrusting the
documents out before him. "So you thought to get rid of them, eh? Well,
we'll just take these along to headquarters, too. They may contain
something of interest to our commanders. Yes?"

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