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
"They’re after me!" thought Kenneth. He had no doubt that it was he whom
they had referred to as "just heard ... quite near." Spies were
everywhere, as the staff-officer had said. These men must have learnt
in the village that he was carrying a despatch. He wished that he could
stalk the stalkers, but he dared do nothing that would endanger his
errand. One man he might have tackled; with three the odds were too
heavy against him. And while he was still debating the matter with
himself the three dark shapes had disappeared as silently as they had
come.
He waited a minute or two. They had apparently gone along the road
which he himself was to follow. They might suspect that they had
outstripped him, and ambush him before he reached the trenches. He must
dodge them by making a detour. Dropping lightly to the ground he skirted
the northern side of the plantation and struck across the ploughed land
at what seemed a safe distance from the road. The soil was sticky; his
progress was slow; and he stopped every now and again to listen. For
some time he heard nothing but the wind and the crack of distant rifles
or the boom of guns. Presently, as he drew nearer to the trenches,
there fell faintly on his ear the customary sounds of conversation,
laughter, singing. At one moment he believed he heard the tootle of
Stoneway’s flute. As these sounds increased in loudness, he despaired
of recognising the stealthy movements of the spies. He unslung his
rifle, resolving, if he caught sight of them, to fire. The shot, even
if it failed to dispose of any of them, would probably bring men from
the trenches in sufficient numbers to deal with them.
He had to guess his course across the fields, pushing here through a
hedge, there descending into a slimy ditch and crawling up the further
side. At last he caught sight of a landmark: a ruined shed which stood
about two hundred yards in rear of the trenches. To reach the trench in
which Colonel Appleton had his quarters he must strike across to the
right, and pass between the shed and the road.
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