The proprietor of the Red Lion sprang in front of the car and waved his arms.
"What's this tale about Germans ?" he demanded jocularly.
"You can see their lights from the beach," said Ford.

"They've landed two regiments between here and Wells.

Stiffkey is taken, and they've cut all the wires south." The proprietor refused to be "had." "Let 'em all come!" he mocked.
"All right," returned Ford.

"Let 'em come, but don't take it lying down! Get those women off the streets, and go down to the beach, and drive the Germans back! Gangway," he shouted, and the car shot forward.

"We warned you," he called, "And it's up to you to--" His words were lost in the distance.