"My young friend," I said to myself, "you are in an awkward position,
but, remember, you have been in awkward positions before when there
were no such compensating advantages! Let us consider these advantages
and grow cheerful. You are privileged to render your country such a
service as few single Germans have been able to render her--if this
plan succeeds! If it fails, your sacrifice will not be unknown or
unappreciated. Whatever happens, you will have climbed a rung or two
up the ladder of duty, and perhaps of fame."
This eloquence pleased my young friend so much that he lit another
cigarette.
"Consider again," I resumed, "what an opportunity you have been
unexpectedly presented with for exhibiting your resourcefulness and
your coolness and your nerve! If it had not been for that wave of salt
water your task would have been almost too simple. Your own share of
the enterprise would merely have consisted in a couple of easy rides on
a motor-cycle, and perhaps the giving of a few suggestions, or the
making of a few objections, which would probably have been brushed
aside as worthless. Now you have really something to test you!"
This oration produced a less exhilarating effect. In fact, it set me
to wondering very gravely how I could best justify this implied tribute
to my powers of surmounting difficulties. Till the day broke all I had
to do was to sit still, but after that--what? I pondered for a few
minutes, and then I came to the conclusion that an hour or two's sleep
would probably freshen my wits. I knew I could count on waking when
the sun rose, and so I closed my eyes, and presently was fast asleep.
When I awoke, it was broad daylight. Looking first through the
pane-less window and then through the gap in the roof, I saw that it
was a grey, still morning that held promise of a fine day, though
whether that was to my advantage or disadvantage I did not feel quite
sure. Nobody seemed to be stirring yet about the houses or fields, so
I had still time for deliberation before fate forced my hand.
First of all, I had a look round my immediate surroundings. I was well
sheltered, as all the walls were standing, and there was most of a roof
over my head (the last being a point of some importance in case any
aircraft chanced to make a flight in this direction). It is true that
the door was gone, but even here I seemed fortunate, for another small
building, also dilapidated-looking but in somewhat better condition,
stood right opposite the open doorway and hid it completely. This
little building still had a dishevelled door which stood closed, and
for a moment I half thought of changing my shelter and taking
possession of it; and then I decided that where fate had directed my
steps, there should I abide.
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