"I should judge so. Everybody's is right now. The Red fleet is reported moving up on New York. The aero squadron sails to-morrow. Maybe we won't give 'em a surprise, eh?"
Ned gave an inward chuckle. This was just the information he was after.
"Oh, that'll surprise 'em all right, shipmate," said he, and struck off up a trail that appeared to lead over the little point of land. He had to trust to luck for it being the right one, for he did not dare disclose his unfamiliarity with the camp by asking the sentry questions.
But the sentry suddenly halted him. Ned's heart sank. After all he had been discovered.
The next instant his worst fears were realized.
"You'll have to give me the password, shipmate," declared the sentry.
Ned's heart sank into his boots. But suddenly he gave a glad exclamation, although not so loud as to attract the sentry's notice. While listening to the unloading of the cargo, he had heard the password given out by the petty officer in charge of the men.
For the moment he had forgotten it, but now it came suddenly back to him.