"You've made this forest a part of the world's battle-field.... No, I shall not leave Les Errues!" "Listen to reason, you insane American! You can not escape those who are closing in on you--those who are filtering the forest for you--who are gradually driving you out into the eastern edges of Les Errues! And what then, when at last you are driven like wild game by a line of beaters to the brink of the eastern cliffs? There is no water there. You will die of thirst. There is no food. What is there left for you to do with your back to the final precipice?" McKay laughed a hard, unpleasant laugh: "I certainly shall not tell you what I mean to do," he said. "If this is all you have to say to me you may go!" There ensued a silence. The Swiss began to pace the opposite cliff, his hands behind him. Finally he halted abruptly and looked across the chasm. "Why did you come into Les Errues?" he demanded. "Ask your terrified authorities. Perhaps they'll tell you--if their teeth stop chattering long enough--that I came here to find out what the Boche are doing on neutral territory." "Do you mean to say that you believe in that absurd rumour about some secret and gigantic undertaking by the Germans which is supposed to be visible from the plateau below us?" And, as McKay made no reply: "That is a silly fabrication. If your Government, suspicious of the neutrality of mine, sent you here on any such errand, it was a ridiculous thing to do. Do you hear me, McKay?" "I hear you." "Well, then! And let me add also that it is a physical impossibility for any man to reach the plateau below us from the forest of Les Errues!" "That," said McKay, coldly, "is a lie!" "What! You offer a Swiss officer such an injury--" "Yes; and I may add an insulting bullet to the injury in another minute. You've lied to me. I have already done what you say is an impossibility. I have reached the plateau below Les Errues by way of this forest. And I'm going there again, Swiss or no Swiss, Hun or no Hun! And if the Boche do drive me out of this forest into the east, where you say there is no water to be found among the brush and bowlders, and where, at last, you say I shall stand with my back to the last sheer precipice, then tell your observation post on the white shoulder of Thusis to turn their telescopes on me!" "In God's name, for what purpose?" "To take a lesson in how to die from the man your nation has betrayed!" drawled McKay. Then, lying flat, he levelled his pistol, supporting it across the palm of his left hand. "Yellow-hair?"' he said in a guarded voice, not turning. "Yes, Kay." "Slip the pack over your shoulders. Take the pigeon and the rifle. Be quick, dear." "It is done," she said softly. "Now get up and make no noise. Two men are lying in the scrub behind that fellow across the chasm. I am afraid they have grenades.... Are you ready, Yellow-hair?" "Ready, dear."