“It ain’t a cinch,” said Tom, “but I got to do it. I got a little button a French soldier gave me that’ll help me get through Alsace. His people live there—in Leture—I mean Dundgardt.”
“That’s only six miles down,” said Archer.
“That’s so much the better,” said Tom; “if I can once get that far——”
“Don’t say I—say we.”
“We’ll be all right,” finished Tom.
“But what’s the use talking about it, when we got that tangle of wire out there in front of us all the way round?”
“You know where it runs through the bushes at the other end?” said Tom.
“Yes, and if you made a sound down there you’d be heard! Besides, where you goin’ to get the file?”
“I’m hoping to have that to-morrow.”
“You got your work cut out for you, gettin’ it.”