"If we only knew what was about here, this would be a grand chance, don't you know, to give them the slip."
"What do you mean, give them the slip?"
"Why, drop off the train and fade away into the landscape somewhere hereabouts!" declared Dave with a glance over his shoulder.
"With the day just opening, like switching on all the electric lights in the world!" objected Jimmie. "The intention of the gentleman from Vancouver is excellent, but I'm afraid that his execution of the maneuver would be decidedly rotten. It won't do just now."
"Perhaps not," sighed Dave, "but just the same, I'd like to try it out once to see whether we could make a go of it."
"Nothing doing!" declared Jimmie. "We're under suspicion already, or I miss my guess. The events of the last few hours are enough to let us know that if we tried anything like that the Germans wouldn't take kindly to any such plan. We wouldn't get very far, I fear."
"All right, then," agreed Dave. "I guess you're right."
"Sure I am!" went on Jimmie reassuringly. "Just leave it to me, old chap, and we'll grab the first opportunity that comes along with a genuine Frank Gotch toe hold and hang on till we put the German shoulders to the mat for the count. Leave it to me."
"I'll be with you for all I'm worth!" declared Dave.
Their conversation had attracted the attention of the officer, who now commanded silence on their part.