"How do they happen to be living here inside the German lines?"
"This place is a sort of monastery or home and they are allowed to stay here for some reason. Every day one or the other of them has to report at the nearest German post though; that is five miles away."
"How do they reach it?" inquired Leon.
"They have a bicycle they use in good weather and in bad they have to walk."
"Is there a good road through the forest?"
"Fairly so, they said."
"That's a pretty tough job, isn't it?" exclaimed Leon. "Still I suppose they'd rather do that than leave their home."
Jacques still toiled earnestly at his task. The sun was fading in the west and the shadows of the forest trees began to lengthen. It would be dark presently.
"How soon can we start?" asked Leon anxiously.
"I don't know," replied Jacques. "In about ten minutes, I hope."