to his own safety; for it was
obvious he was not safe where he was.

"I think we had better make tracks for home, Dale," he said soberly. "I
dare say I can pass with you as an Englishman, but it won't do to take
risks. Our bag should be at the Central Post Office, so let us get it
and take the first train back to Liege."

"If there are any trains bound for the frontier that are not crammed
with troops," responded Dale somewhat significantly.

"Oh, shut up! Come along and let's see."

They lost not a moment in getting their bag and having it conveyed to
the railway station. Fully alive to the situation, they now kept their
eyes well open and noticed things they would never have noticed before.
For one thing, it struck them that the post office official who handed
their bag over to them seemed decidedly over-curious, and remarked that
he supposed they were going to the railway station. That was
disconcerting enough, but when they arrived at the station, and were
almost immediately accosted by a man whom they both remembered seeing
inside the post office, they felt almost as though they were already
under lock and key.

Not that the man was unfriendly. He was quite the reverse. He seemed
anxious to strike up an acquaintance, wished to know exactly where they
were going, and gave them to understand that there was nothing he
desired more than to be allowed the privilege of making a part of the
journey with them.

Max presently gave Dale a meaning glance. It was all very well for an
Englishman like Dale, he felt, but for him, virtually a Belgian, the
situation was wellnigh desperate.

"I say, Dale," he said casually, "we must have some sandwiches to eat in
the train. Stay here by the bag while I get some--or perhaps this
gentleman wouldn't mind looking after it for a moment?"

The young German hesitated a second, and then nodded. Max and his friend
strolled coolly off, arm in arm, towards the refreshment buffet. Neither
looked back, but their conversation was far from being as airy and
unconcerned as their manner might have seemed to indicate.

"We must leave the bag and get clear at once," cried Max emphatically.
"The fellow has been set to watch us and see that we don't get out of
the country. I think he must believe we are both English, and it
therefore looks as though the Germans think England is on the point of
coming in too. See, now, let us stroll quietly in at this door and slip
out again at the end one. T