“Not such fools, Schmidt. Do not underestimate them.” The voice was Winckel’s.
“Everything looks so easy,” said another voice.
“Aye,” said Captain Knabe, “we cannot help but win. But the Englishman fights best with his back to the wall.”
“You have your commands assigned, have you not?” the captain inquired.
“We have,” replied Schoen.
“Now, gentlemen, here is the thing of the utmost importance,” Herr Winckel spoke warningly. “The facts must not leak; they must not get to the United States officials. That is so important that the whole plan will have to be dropped if there is any suspicion as to a leak.”
“I think a number of us will bear out what Winckel says,” O’Reilly spoke up. “For myself, and I think I speak for the other Irishmen here present and also for the forty thousand against England, but against the United States—never. Not one Irishman can be counted on if it comes to a showdown against the U. S. A.”
“Nor very many Germans,” added Winckel.
“So be it,” said Captain Knabe. “Shall we go over the ammunition storehouses, those that are in Canada and those that are in this country?”
Many of the places Ted could not make out, others he did. He realized that this was valuable information. Names though they were, they were clues and so might be important.