"No, the last but one. Our pal in the Muizenberg train."
"So it is," agreed Malcolm. "Don't let him twig us."
The Diggers waited until the batch of suspects vanished.
"Ought we to report what we know concerning that chap?" asked Malcolm.
"And possibly get choked off if we do," objected Fortescue. "Let's wait and see what happens. If the fellow is bowled out, there's no need for us to butt in. He'll face a firing-party without our assistance. Taken for granted that he is a spy, what was his object in bamboozling us?"
"Give it up," replied Selwyn. "Getting three men to miss their proper transport wouldn't affect the progress of the war sufficiently to warrant his action."
"We told him a lot--more than we ought to have done," remarked Malcolm. "Of course we didn't know."
"And then I suppose," added Fortescue, "he thought we might report the matter, and so he switched us off on a branch line, so to speak. We'll let it go at that, but it wouldn't be a bad move to wait outside the orderly-room after those fellows have gone in and play the eavesdropper. If our Muizenberg pal is marched off under escort, then we needn't trouble further in the matter. If he gets off, then we'll tackle him and ask him for an explanation."
Acting upon this suggestion, the three chums made their way along the alley-way until they came to the orderly-room door. The Afrikanders were already within. Outside stood a "Tommy" sergeant as part of the escort.
"Want to go through the hoop again, you chaps?" enquired the N.C.O., with a grin.