“Perfectly, sir,” replied Bristow rising from his chair, his face pale.
“I am glad I do,” declared Mr. Willing. “I haven’t any use for a spy, be he German or English. Now you can get out of here.”
Without a word Bristow moved toward the door. But Mabel leaped forward and barred his path. She turned to Mr. Willing.
“Surely you wouldn’t send him out to be captured?” she exclaimed. “Those men are waiting for him out there.”
“That is none of our affair,” said Mr. Willing.
“I agree with Mabel in that,” declared Shirley. “If he goes out before we are beyond the three-mile limit, he will be taken prisoner.”
“And if he isn’t there is no telling what may happen,” commented Mr. Willing.
“Dad,” said Shirley, “please let him stay until we have passed the three-mile limit? Please!”
Mr. Willing hesitated.
“Well, I agree,” he said at length.