Wait till we meet a live wire!" Two miles farther along the road to Cromer, young Bradshaw, the job-master's son at Blakeney, was leading his bicycle up the hill.

Ahead of him something heavy flopped from the bank into the road--and in the light of his acetylene lamp he saw a soldier.

The soldier dodged across the road and scrambled through the hedge on the bank opposite.

He was followed by another soldier, and then by a third.

The last man halted.
"Put out that light," he commanded.