The only way we'll find out will be by going there."
"All right," agreed Arthur, grinning. "I'm wiser than you for once,
Paul. I haven't even tried to find out. I know I can't guess, so I'm
not wasting time trying to. I think we'll be lucky if we find out when
we do get there."
"So do I, come to think of it," said Paul. Somehow he felt better;
before he had been inclined to blame himself for being stupid. "After
all, you know, Arthur, even if they didn't expect anyone like us to get
hold of these maps and sketches, that doesn't mean that they would make
everything on them so plain that you could guess it at first sight.
That sort of mark is awfully easy to understand when you have the key,
but it's as bad as a cipher if you haven't."
It was quite dark, of course, when they finally set out. Though it was
Saturday night few people were about, and the locality was a lonely
one. Then, too, all of those who could had gone into the town. It was
there that news of what was going on in the great world outside would
first be had; it was there that the country people could count upon
getting the first hint of the intelligence that was to have so
frightful a meaning for them.
The course the two scouts took carried them along the bank of the
placid Ourthe, flowing peacefully, calmly along toward its confluence
with the more important stream of the Meuse at Liege.
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