"She looks Dutch," said Dicky. "Let's try her."
They came upon her suddenly, but she showed no great surprise. Perhaps
she had seen escaping soldiers of the Allied Armies in that part of
the world before. She could not understand either English or French,
but offered the boys a drink of milk and some bread, taking the money
they proffered for it and looking at the coins curiously before she
placed them in her pocket.
"She is Dutch as Dutch," was Bob's conclusion.
Sure enough, they were in Holland at last.
Careful maneuvering enabled them to get a passage to England, though
they had to use camouflage in their answers to certain pointed questions
in order not to disclose the fact that they were American belligerents.
It was not until their arrival in London---which they reached without
further incident---that something of their real adventures became known.
Bob voted that they proceed at once to Farnborough, which he had
heard was the headquarters of the British Flying Corps.
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