“Thank you,” he said. “Don’t know why I felt so funny; I’m all right now.”
“Then what is it you have to report?” said Dick, sitting down on the bank.
“Well,” said Danny, “first I think you may want those chaps when you hear.” He pointed after the Scouts.
Dick blew his whistle. “I say,” he shouted as they turned round, “sit down and wait for me. I shan’t be long.” The Scouts obeyed.
“Now,” said Dick, “fire away!”
Danny took a big breath. “There is a party of German spies,” he said, “quite near here. One is tapping this very cable. Others are watching and signalling from the Abbey Tower. They have a store of guns and ammunition.”
“Are you kidding?” said Dick, searching Danny’s face with keen eyes.
The boy shook his head. “I’m not,” he said, “on my honour.”
“Have you seen these spies?” said Dick quietly, watching the Cub intently.
“Yes!”