He threw his weight forward and, lifting his feet, coasted downhill at forty miles an hour into the main street of Blakeney.

Ten minutes later, when the car followed, a mob of men so completely blocked the water-front that Ford was forced to stop.

His head-lights illuminated hundreds of faces, anxious, sceptical, eager.
A gentleman with a white mustache and a look of a retired army officer pushed his way toward Ford, the crowd making room for him, and then closing in his wake.
"Have you seen any--any soldiers ?" he demanded.
"German soldiers!" Ford answered.

"They tried to catch us, but when I saw who they were, I ran through them to warn you.

They fired and--" "How many--and where ?" "A half-company at Stiffkey and a half-mile farther on a regiment.