A young man dressed in civilian clothes, minus a coat, lay flat upon the ground. His eyes gleaming, white teeth showing in a snarl, a golden collie lay with his fore-paws on the prostrate man’s chest. Over them, leaning on his crutch, towered a great gray-haired one-legged Scot. He was saying: “Keep ’im Flash! Don’t ye let ’im stir an inch!”
At the same moment, from the pasture below came the confused murmur of many voices. This was followed by a shout: “Come on, men. They’re ’iding up ’ere somewheres!”
Chapter IV
Hans Schlitz
While the sound of voices from below grew louder, Jock said in a steady voice:
“He was changin’ to civies.”
“His uniform must be hidden somewhere close,” suggested Dave.
“Aye. That it must,” Jock agreed.
Brand was not long in locating the uniform half hidden by dead leaves. In a pocket he found an automatic.
“It’s good he didn’t have that in his hand,” said the sturdy Scot, “else I shouldn’t ha’e been here. I caught him doin’ the lightnin’ change act.
“Plannin’ to do the spy act, eh?” He spoke to the man on the ground. The answer was a surly curse.