"They've spotted us, Arthur!" said Paul, with a laugh. "Well, I hope
they're not frightened!"
"They must want to make sure of what we're doing, I suppose, Paul!
Look at the other lights! It's a great sight when they all swing up
together, isn't it?"
From the forts that ringed the ancient city the darting searchlights
swept the heavens. At times all of them met, for a moment, making a
blinding reflection against the sky. They would stay thus; then, one
after another, the lights would go swooping down, keeping their vigil.
Behind each were watchful eyes, ready to report immediately the first,
the slightest sign of what might come now at any moment.
"Those searchlights make the idea of war seem more real than anything
else has, Paul," said Arthur.
Paul gave a short laugh.
"If you'd seen those shells and the parts of the guns, all ready to be
put together in that cellar, you wouldn't say that!" he exclaimed.
"And how about the German officer--in uniform, on the soil of a
friendly country? That's almost an act of war itself, Arthur! He has
no business here!"
"I don't see what difference it makes, Paul. If they're coming,
there'll be so many more that one more or less won't count."
"Well, they're coming! I'm more sure of that than ever since we found
that house. I say, Arthur, I think you'd better stay right out here in
the road with the motorcycle, while I run in and get the plans.
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