out of sight."

Then he turned to the comrade, sitting beside him.

"Carstairs, old man," he said, "I don't know what you are, at home, but
here you're the greatest chauffeur that ever lived! I believe you could
drive a car sixty miles an hour all day long on a single wheel!"

"Thanks, old man," said Carstairs, grasping his hand, "I didn't have
time to look back, but I knew from the sounds that you were working a
machine gun, as one was never worked before; fast enough by Jove to
drive off a whole hostile army."

"You two have organized the greatest log rolling society in existence,"
said Wharton, "but you've been brave and good boys. Now let's take a
look at this glorious car of ours which we had specially built for us in
Germany."

The light in the east was increasing, and for the first time they made
an examination of their capture. Despite the armor and presence of the
machine gun it was upholstered in unusual style, with cushions and
padded sides in dark green leather. There were many little lockers and
fittings not to be found often in a car intended for war. On a tiny
silver plate under the driver's seat a coat of arms was engraved. John,
who was the first to catch sight of it, exclaimed:

"This car belongs to some duke or prince. Carstairs, you're a subject
and not a citizen, and you ought to be up on all kinds of nobility
worship. What coat of arms is this?"

"I don't know," replied Carstairs, "and I'm as free a man as you are,
I'd have you to know."

"Breaking the treaty already," chuckled Wharton. "It doesn't matter
whether we know the coat of arms or not. It's likely that the man
standing in the road, the one whom John hit over the head with
the gun was the duke or prince. Oh, if the Germans ever get you,
Scott, they'll break you on the wheel for such an extreme case of
_Majestaetsbeleidigung!_"

"And if you pronounce that word again you'll break your jaw," said John.
"Let's open all these lockers. We may find spoils of war."

It seemed a good suggestion, and taking the monkey wrench they broke
open every locker. They found a pair of splendid field glasses, shaving
materials, other articles of the toilet, and a tiny roll of fine tissue
paper.

"I've an idea that we have something of value here," said John, as he
held up the little roll. "It's in German, which I don't understand. Take
it, Wharton."

There were six small sheets, and as Wharton translated them aloud and
slowly they realized tha