"It is in this case," snapped McKay, wondering at himself for such ultra precaution.
"Oh, if you insist then, I'm Gray…. Alec Gray of the States United
Army Intelligence Serv—"
"All right…. Gad!… It's all right, Gray!"
He took the man's lifted right hand, jerked it down and crushed it in a convulsive grasp: "It's good to see you…. We're in a hole—deadlocked—no way out but back!" he laughed nervously. "Have you any dope for us?"
Gray's blue eyes travelled smilingly toward Evelyn and rested on the muzzle of the Winchester. And McKay laughed almost tremulously:
"All clear, Yellow-hair! This IS Gray—God be thanked!"
The girl, pale and quiet and smiling, lowered the rifle and came forward offering her hand.
"It's pleasant to see YOU," she said quite steadily. "We were afraid of a Boche trick."
"So I notice," said Gray, intensely amused.
Then the weather-tanned faces of all three sobered.