I wouldn't have thought much
about it if they hadn't spent so much time there. I believe I watched
them for an hour. Suddenly my eyes almost popped out of my head. Paul
had gone away from the window. He came back and he had a couple of
revolvers in his hands. They stood there for a few minutes carefully
examining the weapons and reloading them with fresh cartridges. The
storm was coming up, but I love it so that I waited almost until dark,
watching the clouds and listening to the roar of the wind in the
trees. I'm a queer girl in that way. I like turmoil. I could sit out
in the most dreadful thunder storm and just revel in the crashes. Just
as I was about to start down to the house--it was a little after six
o'clock, and getting awfully dark and overcast,--Roon took up the
glasses again. He seemed to be excited and called his companion. Paul
grabbed the glasses and looked down the road. They both became very
much excited, pointing and gesticulating, and taking turn about with
the glasses."
"About six o'clock, you say?" said Barnes, greatly interested.
"It was a quarter after six when I got back to the house. I spoke to
Mr. Bacon about what I'd seen and he said he believed they were German
spies, up to some kind of mischief along the Canadian border.
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