“Hardly. Could you?”
“I think I know something,” Galabin answered. “It is the fellow your man saw passing the tent this afternoon.”
CHAPTER IX
ZARKA ON THE ALERT
“I am going,” said Von Tressen to his friend next morning, “up to the farm to ask Herr Harlberg to shoot with us.”
Galabin laughed. “And the Fräulein?”
“It would only be polite,” the Lieutenant replied in the same tone, “to make a point of enquiring whether her hand is healed.”
“Good! You can do no less.”
“You will come, too?”
“I shall be in the way.”
“Nonsense! You don’t want to rouse suspicion by making yourself mysterious.”