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"Here's a trunk, Miss Dodge, with your name on it," he went on dragging it down. "I found it down by the railroad track." It was the trunk marked "E. Dodge" which had been thrown off the train, taken by Del Mar and rifled by the motor-cyclist. "How do you suppose it ever got here?" cried Elaine in wonder. "Must have fallen off the train," I suggested.
Del Mar was furious. "No," he swore, "it was that confounded gray friar again, I think. And he has the trunk, too!" Speeding up the road the former masquerader and motor-cyclist stopped at last. Eagerly he leaped out of Del Mar's car and dragged the trunk over the side regardless of the enamel. It was the work of only a moment for him to break the lock with a pocket jimmy.
After I had been working for about half an hour the two artillery motor-cyclists came along. I stopped them to give me a hand and to do as much work as I could possibly avoid doing myself while preserving an appearance of omniscience. We worked for an hour or more. It was now so dark that I could not distinguish one motor-cyclist from another.
I followed the deserted shell-torn road that led from the level-crossing, searching for a track on the left that would lead to the house I sought. A motor-cyclist, with the blue-and-white band of the Signal Service round his arm, came through the hedge. "Is there a house on top of that hill?" I asked him, after a preliminary flicker of my torch. "Yes, sir." "Is it a red-roofed house?"
We arranged matters but then neither his motor-cycle nor the motor-cycle of the second artillery motor-cyclist would start. It was laughable. Eventually we got the brigade despatch rider started with my report. A fifth motor-cyclist, who discreetly did not stop his engine, took my despatches back to "the Div."
"They don't think so." "Well, wot can I do that they can't do?" Henry did not know. "You ast me anythink," the soldier went on, "they're a lot freer'n wot we are. I mean to say, we got conscription in our country, but they ain't got it 'ere...." There was another interruption, to enable a motor-cyclist to pass along.
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