"Let's use it, then, and be quick about it," suggested Harry. "I don't
somehow like the looks of this place. I'd like to be on the little old
Eagle again and homeward bound."

"I guess that's the pretty general sentiment," said Ned as he brought
forth the searchlight and proceeded to send its flame into the corners
of the room. "We can't get anywhere by remaining here."

"Hello!" exclaimed Harry, lighting upon some boxes in one corner.
"What's this stuff here? Looks like a gents' furnishing store."

"Why, it's German uniforms, and lots of 'em!" declared Jack.

"Sure enough, it is!" agreed Harry, pulling several garments from one
of the boxes. "Now that looks more like business than these ragged old
clothes. I wonder if we could get a fit in here."

"Go as far as you like!" urged Jack. "Throw a fit any old place and
see if we care. The house is yours, so help yourself."

"Aw, you go on!" scorned Harry, administering a playful blow on Jack's
ear. "If you weren't so small I'd give you a licking."

"Yes, you would!" derisively answered the other. "You have never seen
the day you could do that. That," he added, "is a man's job!"

"Boys, boys!" cautioned Ned. "A joke is a joke, but don't carry it too
far. We must save our strength for more vital things."

Harry and Jack had been busily engaged in pulling the uniforms out of
the box, and now stood erect, each holding in his hands garments that
seemed to be of suitable size for the boys to wear.

"What's the trouble now, Jack?" asked Ned.

"Why, I can't see whether these clothes are the right size or not."

"You don't need to see," retorted Ned. "Try them on and they'll be
like the baby in the story."

"Oh, I know that!" cried Harry eagerly. "The nurse didn't need a
thermometer, because if the water was too hot the baby turned red and
if it was too cold he turned blue. Is that the answer?"

"Right you are!" declared Ned, laughing. "So we'll try the clothes on,
and if they're right they'll fit, and if they're not right, why--"

"Why," interrupted Jack, "if they're not right we should worry."

"Yes, I guess that's about it," answered Ned as he picked up an outfit
that he assumed to be the right size.

The boys found little difficulty in getting clothing of suitable sizes,
and soon stood forth arrayed in German uniforms.

"Now, then, let's see what the chances of escape may be," said Ned.

A trial of the one small window showed that it was not