Ted was too excited to eat.
“Better eat, lad,” said Walker. “We do not know when we will get another chance today. If no one else seemed to be following his advice, he himself considered it good enough to heed. He was eating enough for two.
“I imagine it is going to be risky business tonight,” Bronson remarked. “I wish I could be with you.”
“It’s either going to be that, or it is going to be very simple,” Strong answered.
“That is the trouble with all adventure, these days,” Walker complained. “It’s always so very simple.”
“I consider this extremely interesting and exciting,” replied Strong. “It is like a tremendous game of chess with enough 58 elements of danger added to suit the most exacting. Don’t imagine that we shall not be in danger every second tonight. These Germans are cold-blooded. If we should happen to be in their way, should they find out how much we actually know, we can say good-bye; the sun would rise tomorrow, but we might not.”
He turned to Ted. “Well, lad, are you afraid?”
“I’m going to stick, of course,” was the reply.
“Well, comrades, here is the plan. The keys you see here, one for each of us, are for Room 420. We shall separate. At six-thirty we must all plan to be in that room. No noise must be made when you come; no sound must be made while you are there.”
“We had better make sure we do all our sneezing outside, eh?” Every one laughed with Walker.