"Well, just to let you know that I have a certain opinion of you, also, my friend Loge----" And he sent a bullet over the heads of the three men.

They hastily ducked into the house.
Cleggett might have picked Loge off, but he disdained to do so.

It was his purpose to take the man alive, if possible.
But the rifle shot did not end the espionage.

All day scouting parties in taxicabs kept appearing on the sandy plain to reconnoiter the fleet and fortress.

They circled, they swooped, they dashed, they zigzagged here and there, but always at a high rate of speed, and always at a prudent distance from the canal.