"Well, you're saved a trip into the country."
"You think they got us, cap'n? What can we do?"
"Do?" Gramont shrugged his shoulders and laughed. "Nothing except to wait and see what happens next! If you want to run, I'll give you enough money to land you in New York or Frisco——"
"Run—hell!" Hammond sniffed in scorn. "What d'you think I am—a boche? I'll stick."
"Good boy." Gramont turned toward the house. "Come along in and get breakfast, and don't touch that compartment door. I want to examine it later."
Hammond gazed admiringly after him as he crossed the garden. "If you ain't a cool hand, I'm a Dutchman!" he murmured, and followed his master.
CHAPTER VI
Chacherre