"Yes, English."
"You must come with me."
"We have motor-bicycles."
"No matter. They will be attended to. Forward!"
Realizing the uselessness of attempting to argue the point the lads obeyed, the soldier following three paces in the rear with his rifle and bayonet at the slope.
After covering a distance of about a hundred yards between the edge of the barbed-wire entanglements and the dip formed by the sunken road, the arrested lads found themselves in the presence of a corporal and a file of men.
"You must be taken before the major. I am sorry, but these are my orders," declared the corporal civilly, after ascertaining that the two chums were English. "No doubt you will be permitted to go with but little delay."
"Will our motor-bicycles be all right?" asked Rollo anxiously. "We left them a little way down the lane."
"I will send a man to look after them," was the reply. "We must take you into Fort Loncine, and you must be blindfolded. These are my orders whenever we find strangers in the vicinity of the defences."
"Very well," replied Kenneth with as good a grace as he could command, at the same time producing his handkerchief.