"Wanted, Jim."
Jim's bronzed cheek turned a shade lighter.
"What hour?"
"At once."
And before the others could ask explanation of this scene a bicycle came flashing up to the same gate, and the tall rider dismounted and strode quickly toward the party. Young Fred's eyes glistened at sight of him.
"Orders, Sergeant?" he eagerly inquired.
"Yes. Notify your squad to make arrangements with their employers, and be ready to report at the armory at a moment's notice."
The two brothers stood facing each other a little later, then silently clasped hands. One at the beck of a secret protective organization, the other at the call of duty to State and nation, parted at their father's gate to go their separate ways.