I don't mind admitting that I've had a good many wettings and a few scares on that stretch of marshland, but I've never seen or heard anything yet to send in a report about.

It just happens, though, that to-night there's a special vigilance whip out." "What does that mean ?" Julian enquired curiously.
"Something supposed to be up," was the dubious reply.

"We've a very imaginative chief, I might tell you." "But what sort of thing could happen ?" Julian persisted.

"What are you out to prevent, anyway ?" Furley relit his pipe, thrust a flask into his pocket, and picked up a thick stick from a corner of the room.
"Can't tell," he replied laconically.

"There's an idea, of course, that communications are carried on with the enemy from somewhere down this coast.