Fighting with French: A Tale of the New ArmyStrang, Herbert
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Fighting with French: A Tale of the New Army
Strang, Herbert
World War, 1914-1918 -- France -- Juvenile fiction
"That’s all very well, but I don’t want to lose two useful men. Still,
I’ll see what the colonel says."
Later in the day he sent for them.
"I’ve seen the colonel," he said. "He was at first dead against it, but
I did my best for you. He agrees, provided you come back at once if you
find things too unhealthy: that is to say, you are not to go on if you
come up against any considerable body of the enemy. And keep the matter
to yourselves. You’ll be supposed to be going out again as a listening
patrol. I shall tell only Mr. Kennedy and your sergeant. No one else
is to know what has become of you, and they will be on the look-out for
your return."
He gave them a large-scale map of the district behind the German lines,
and recommended them to study it carefully during the day. The railway
seemed likely to be their best landmark. It ran almost due north-east.
About four miles away it passed over a canal running north and south.
With these two fixed lines and a pocket luminous compass they should not
wander far afield in ignorance of their general position. Much nearer
to the British trenches, and almost directly in their front, was a
ruined church, the spire of which, used by the Germans as an observation
post, had been shot away some time before the Rutlands arrived at the
front.
Their diligence in conning the map aroused the curiosity of their
comrades, but they laughed off enquiries, and gave the map back to the
captain.
They decided to start, carrying revolvers, soon after dark, at the time
when the Germans might be supposed to be taking their evening meal.
With some difficulty they managed to slip away unnoticed by the other
men. Moving with even more caution than on the previous night, they
crawled over the ground until they reached the angle of the trenches
abutting on the pond. It was quite dark; the moon, in its third
quarter, was, as they had learnt from the almanac, not due to rise for
some hours.
Peering down into the firing trench, they neither saw nor heard any sign
of occupants in the space immediately below them; but they heard voices
from a traverse a few yards away. Then Harry caught sight of three or
four men coming down the communication trench, and from their gait
concluded that they were bringing food. The two dropped down below the
parapet and lay motionless: it was clear that they had started a little
too early.
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