"Lucky devil," said the other voice. "I'm drawing about eight feet of
water, that's all."

Tish then advanced in the direction of the voices and said: "Aggie, are
you all right?"

"I'm half drowned. And there's a man here."

The first voice then said in an aggrieved manner: "This is my puddle,
you know, lady. And if my revolver wasn't wet through I'm afraid there
would be one mermaid less, or whatever you are."

The Germans at that moment sent up one of their white lights, which
resemble certain of our Fourth of July pieces, which float a long time
and give the effect of full moonlight.

"Down," said Mr. Burton, and we all fell flat on our faces. Before doing
so, however, we had a short glimpse of Aggie's head and another above
the water in the shell hole, and realized that her position was very
uncomfortable.

When the light died away the two men emerged, and with some difficulty
dragged her out. It was while this was going on that Tish caught my arm
and whispered: "Lizzie, I have heard that voice before."

Well, it had a familiar sound to me also, and when he addressed the
other man as Grogan I suddenly remembered. It was the man we had thrown
from the ambulance in Paris the night Tish salvaged it! I told Tish in a
whisper, and she remembered the incident clearly.

"You sure gave me a scare," he said to Aggie. "For if you were a German
I was gone, and if you were an officer of the A. E. F. I was gone more.
Bill and I just slipped out to take a look round the town behind those
woods, account of our captain being a prisoner there."

"Who is your captain?" Tish asked.

"Name's Weber. We pulled off a raid last night, and he and a fellow
named Sands got grabbed."

"Weber?" said Mr. Burton, forgetting to whisper.

"You--you don't mean Captain Weber?" I asked after a sickening pause.

"That's the man."

"Oh, dear!" said Aggie.

Suddenly Mr. Burton stopped and put down the basket of grenades.

"I'm damned if I'm going to rescue him!" he said firmly. "Now look here,
Miss Tish, I hate to disappoint you, but I've got private reasons for
leaving Weber exactly where he is.

"I don't wish him any harm, but if they'd take him and put him to road
mending for three or four years I'd be a happier man. And as far as I'm
concerned, I'm going to give them the chance."

The two men had stood listening, and now Bill spoke:

"Am I to understand that this is a rescue party?" he said. "Seeing the
basket I thought it w