The Cornhill Magazine (Vol. XLI, No. 241 new series, July 1916)Various
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The Cornhill Magazine (Vol. XLI, No. 241 new series, July 1916)
Various
England -- Periodicals; English literature -- Periodicals; Short stories, English -- Periodicals
He ran to the door and looked out, the small boys following, still
talking rapidly and pointing and gesticulating. The Canadian took one
look and stepped back instantly under cover, the French piou-piou, who
had followed close on his heels, doing the same. ‘They’re not in sight
yet, but from what the kids say they should be round the corner and in
sight in minutes. They’re coming from the north, so we’d better slide out
south—or hike out into the fields and find a hole to hide up in.’
‘Comin’ from the north, eh?’ said the Englishman. He was quickly but
methodically stowing the remains of the long loaf in his haversack, and
that done slipped quickly into his accoutrements. ‘That means they’re
goin’ on the way we was tryin’ to stop ’em goin’, an’ pushin’ up into the
firin’ line.’
The Canadian and the piou-piou were engaged in rapid talk with the
landlady and a few other women and a couple of old men who had hurried
in. Tommy walked over to the door, stepped outside, and had a careful
look round. ‘Look ’ere,’ he said calmly, stepping back into the room.
‘There’s a good ditch on both sides o’ the road. You an’ Froggy ’ad
better take a side each. I’ll take the middle o’ the road, an’ there’s a
barrel outside I can roll out there for cover.’
The Canadian stared at him blankly. ‘What d’ you mean?’ he said. ‘What
are you going to do?’
‘Why, we’re goin’ to stop them, of course,’ said Tommy, looking at him
with an air of slight surprise. ‘You said they was Germans an’ goin’
south. That means they’re goin’ to reinforce their firin’ line, so we’ll
’ave to stop their reinforcin’ game. Come on, you two ’ad better take
cover, an’ we’ll give ’em socks as they come round the corner.’
He walked outside and proceeded to roll the empty barrel into the middle
of the road a little way down from the estaminet, which was the last
house of the village. He left an utterly dumbfounded Canadian and an
impatient and non-comprehending Frenchman who was rapidly reduced to a
state of incredulous amazement by the information which the Canadian,
after a long breath and a longer pause, proceeded to impart to him.
Now the Canadian, who is responsible for this story, openly confesses
that the last thing on earth he should have thought of attempting was any
resistance of the German advance, and more than that, that it was with
the greatest possible reluctance he did finally join the imperturbable
Tommy in the impossible task. He tried first to point out the folly of it.
‘See here, Tommy,’ he called from the inn door. ‘You don’t rightly
understand. There’s hundreds of these chaps coming, thousands of ’em for
all I know, but at least a regiment from what the old man says who saw
them. We can’t do anything to a lot like that. We’d far better get off
the grass while we’ve a chance.’
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