“I hope they don’t get to the border while it rains like this,” answered Ned, with an involuntary shiver. “I don’t fancy standing out in such a drizzle as this appears to be. We’d be wet through in no time!”
“Why, do they make us get out?” queried Harry.
“Yes, I understand from what the officer said back there at the old castle that we’ll be searched body, boots and baggage.”
“And what if they find something they don’t like?”
“Perhaps they’ll put us in jail for a few months or until the war has ceased,” replied Ned. “I’m sure I don’t know what they’ll do.”
“Br-r-rh!” shivered Jimmie. “I wouldn’t turn our old friend The Rat out into a rain like this! That would be cruelty to animals!”
“Small chance anyone’ll have to turn him out now!” spoke up Jack. “That dynamite fixed him so he won’t be turned out for some time!”
“Don’t speak of it, boys,” protested Ned. “I see him yet!”
“Let’s change the subject,” proposed Jimmie, out of consideration for his chum’s feelings. “I think I see some land. Can we be coming to the border I wonder? I hope we are and that we can soon be starting home!”
“Train’s slackening speed,” announced Harry. “They’re stopping!”