Danny lay very still for a few moments, looking at the stars and thinking of—nothing!
Then presently the sound of human voices came to him from somewhere out of the night. With an effort he raised up a little to push off the stone from his arm, but he dropped back again.
The stars began to swim at that, and the voices to grow fantastic.
But a scout—must—keep—his head!
Those voices sounded familiar! Danny summoned all his strength, and sent the wavering call of a wounded whippoorwill along the night.
Silence, and then a whippoorwill answered sharply from out the forest.
Danny called again.
Shortly after that came low voices and the sound of hurrying feet. Then Mr. Gordon, the Scout Master, McKenzie, their leader, and jolly old Biddie Burton were hovering over him.
"Are you hurt?" they asked in one breath.
But Danny cried out feverishly: "There's a German spy sending wireless messages from old Death Head, and our transports have put to sea!" And he told them, brokenly, the story of his find.