And," he added fervently, "let us hope he's lonely." They lost their way in the back roads, and when they again reached the coast an hour had passed.

It was now quite dark.

There were no stars, nor moon, but after they had left the car in a side lane and had stepped out upon the cliff, they saw for miles along the coast great beacon fires burning fiercely.
Herbert came to an abrupt halt.
"Since seeing those fires," he explained, "I feel a strange reluctance about showing myself in this uniform to a Coast Guard." "Coast Guards don't shoot!" mocked Birrell.

"They only look at the clouds through a telescope.

Three Germans with rifles ought to be able to frighten one Coast Guard with a telescope." The whitewashed cabin of the Coast Guard was perched on the edge of the cliff.