"Well, we don't look like 'em, that's a fact," said Blake, with a smile.
"But you must remember that the English have been stung a number of
times, and they aren't taking any more chances."
"Just what do you think this fellow's game is?" asked Charlie.
"Well," answered Blake slowly, and as if considering all sides of the
matter. "I think he has been detailed by the English Foreign Office, or
Secret Service, or whoever has the matter in charge, to keep an eye on
us and see if we are really what we claim to be. That's all. I don't see
any particular harm in it; and if we objected, kicked, or made a row, it
would look as if we might be guilty. So I say let it go and let that
chap do all the spying he likes."
"Well, I guess you're right," assented Joe.
"Same here," came from their helper.
"Anyhow, we might as well make the best of it," resumed Blake. "If we
had a fight with this chap and made him skedaddle, it would only mean
another would be put on our trail. Just take it easy, and in due time, I
think, we'll be given our papers and allowed to go to the front."
"It can't come any too soon for me," declared Joe.
So for the next few days the boys made it a point to take no notice of
the very obvious fact that they were under surveillance.
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