"
"What's the use of hiding them if we tell some one where they are,
Paul?"
"Can't you see? Suppose something happens to us, so that we can't get
back? We'd want the maps to be found and taken to the commander of the
forts, wouldn't we?"
"Of course. I didn't think of that, that's all. But if we come back
we can get the note back before anyone sees it. Is that what you mean,
Paul?"
"Yes. Now study that map very carefully. I think we can remember
where the cross marks are, all right."
"I can remember this one," said Arthur. "It's exactly on the spot
where that new house was built last summer, near the Ourthe. Don't you
remember? We stopped and got some milk there, and we wondered how a
farmer could build such a solid looking house when he didn't seem to
have much money or much of anything else. A stupid fellow, he was. He
scarcely knew enough to give us the milk we wanted."
"Yes, I remember now," said Paul, looking at the map again. He was
thinking hard, trying to fathom the connection between what they both
remembered of that house and the strange, significant cross on the map.
There was a connection; the cross did have some significance. Of so
much he was sure. But for the life of him that was all he could guess.
It was a perplexing problem.
"Come on," he said, at last, impatiently. "I may be very stupid, but I
don't understand.
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