And, after all, the only danger was that the soldier might come to his senses and go in--and if he did that, Fred could follow him.

So taking the rifle, he crawled along the gully the rain had washed out, moving very cautiously.

As he neared the top, he lifted his head and saw, not more than fifty yards away, a grey stone house, simple and unassuming.

A flag pole had been put up in front of this house, and a German flag drooped from it.
Soldiers were all about the place, and two automobiles stood before the door.

Motorcycles were lying on the ground.