The only incident that enlivened this period of stagnation was the capture of Maurie.No；the authorities didn't get him，but Clarette did.Ajo and Patsy had gone into the city one afternoon and on their return to the docks，where their launch was moored，they found a street urchin awaiting them with a soiled scrap of paper clenchedb fast in his fist.He surrenderedit for a coin and Patsy found the following words scrawled in English：
"She has me fast.Help！Be quick.I cannot save myself so you must save me.It is your Maurie who is in distress."They laughed a little at first and then began to realize that the loss of their chauffeur would prove a hardship when fighting was resumed.Maurie might not be a good husband，and he might be afraid of a woman，but was valuable whenbullets were flying.Patsy asked the boy：
"Can you lead us to the man who gave you this paper？""Oui，mamselle.""Then hurry，and you shall have five centimes more."The injunction was unnecessary，for the urchin madethem hasten to keep up with him.He made many turns and twists through narrow alleys and back streets until finally he brought them to a row of cheap，plastered huts built againstthe old city wall.There was no mistaking the place，for inthe doorway of one of the poorest dwellings stood Clarette，her ample figure fairly filling the opening，her hands planted firmly on her broad hips.
"Good evening，"said Patsy pleasantly."Is Mauriewithin？""Henri is within，"answered Clarette with a fierce scowl，"and he is going to stay within.""But we have need of his services，"said Ajo sternly，"andthe man is in our employ and under contract to obey us.""I also need his services，"retorted Clarette，"and I made a contract with him before you did，as my marriage papers will prove."The little boy and girl had now crowded into the doorway on either side of their mother，clinging to her skirts while they "made faces"at the Americans.Clarette turned to drive the children away and in the act allowed Patsy and Ajo to glance past her into the hut.
There stood little Maurie，sleeves rolled above hiselbows，bending over a battereda dishpanb where he was washing a mess of cracked and broken potteryc.He met theirgaze with a despairing countenance and a gesture of appeal that scattered a spray of sudsa from big wet fingers.Next moment Clarette had filled the doorway again.
"You may as well go away，"said the woman harshlyb.
Patsy stood irresolutec.
"Have you money to pay the rent and to provide food and clothing？"she presently asked.
"I have found a few francs in Henri's pockets，"was the surly reply.
"And when they are gone？"
Clarette gave a shrug.
"When they are gone we shall not starve，"she said."There is plenty of charity for the Belgians these days.One has but to ask，and someone gives.""Then you will not let us have Maurie？""No，mademoiselle."Then she unbent a little and added："If my husband goes to you，they will be sure to catch him some day，and when they catch him they will shoot him.""Why？""Don't you know？""No."Clarette smiled grimly.
"When Henri escapes me，he always gets himself into trouble.He is not so very bad，but he is careless—and foolish.
He tries to help the Germans and the French at the same time，to be accommodating，and so both have conceived a desire to shoot him.Well；when they shoot him he can no longer earn money to support me and his children.""Are they really his children？"inquired young Jones."Who else may claim them，monsieur？""I thought they were the children of your first husband，the blacksmith."Clarette glared at him，with lowering brow.
"Blacksmith？Pah！I have no husband but Henri，and heaven forsook me when I married him.""Come，Patsy，"said Ajo to his companion，"our errandhere is hopeless.And—perhaps Clarette is right."They made their way back to the launch in silence.Patsy was quite disappointed in Maurie.He had so many admirable qualities that it was a shame he could be so untruthful and unreliable.
As time passed on the monotony that followed their first exciting experiences grew upon them and became oppressivea.December weather in Flanders brought cutting winds from off the North Sea and often there were flurriesb of snow in the air.They had steam heat inside the ship but the deck was no longer a practical lounging place.
Toward the last of the month Lieutenant Elbl was so fully recovered that he was able to hobble about on crutches.Thefriendship between the two cousins continued and Elbl was often found in the captain's room.No more had been said about a parole，but the French officials were evidently keeping aneye on the German，for one morning an order came to Mr.
Merrick to deliver Elbl to the wardena of the military prison at Dunkirk on or before ten o'clock the following day.
While the German received this notification with his accustomed stolid air of indifference，his American friends were all grieved at his transfer.They knew the prison would be very uncomfortable for the invalid and feared he was not yet sufficiently recovered to be able to bear the new conditionsimposed upon him.There was no thought of protesting the order，however，for they appreciated the fact that the commandant had been especially lenientb in leaving the prisoner so long in their care.
The Americans were all sitting together in the cabin that evening after dinner，when to their astonishment little Maurie came aboard in a skiff c，bearing an order from the French commandant to Captain Carg，requesting him to appear at once at military headquarters.
Not only was Carg puzzled by this strange summons but none of the others could understand it.The Belgian，when questioned，merely shook his head.He was not the general'sconfidanta，but his fee as messenger would enable him to buy bread for his family and he had been chosen because he knew the way to the hospital ship.
As there was nothing to do but obey，the captain wentashore in one of the launches，which towed the skiff in which Maurie had come.