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Updated: September 15, 2025
Here, at least, is one brave heart we may comfort, one poor woman who will be ever grateful for our generous kindness." Mr. Merrick coughed. He wiped his eyes and blew his nose on his pink bordered handkerchief. But he made no promise. Patsy left him and went to Ajo. "See here," she said; "I'm going to Charleroi in an hour." "It's a day's journey, Patsy." "I mean I'm going to start in an hour.
When he had gone Patsy said to Ajo: "I don't believe there is any such person as the blacksmith." "Nor I," was the boy's reply. "Both those children are living images of Maurie, who claims the blacksmith was their father. He's a crafty little fellow, that chauffeur of ours, and we must look out for him."
Uncle John took the letters which Ajo had written to Captain Carg, to his superintendent in Sangoa and to his housekeeper. Then they all pressed the boy's hand and went away. Monday morning the extradition papers arrived. Le Drieux exhibited them proudly to young Weldon, to Mr. Merrick, and even to the girls, who regarded the documents with shuddering awe.
Merrick. "Then let us get back. I want to complete my evidence at once, for no one knows when the judge will summon Ajo for examination." They thanked the captain when he rejoined them, but he remained as silent and undemonstrative as ever, so they took their departure without further ceremony and returned to the shore.
"The Germans," remarked Captain Carg from his end of the table, "are very decent people." "Ahem!" said Uncle John. "Some of them, I've no doubt, are quite respectable," observed Ajo; "but from all reports the rank and file, in war time, are rather unpleasant to meet." "Precisely," agreed Uncle John.
Jones has told us he has no relatives here. He may have spoken honestly, if his father kept him in ignorance of the family history. I'm not going to jump at the conclusion that the man who calls himself Jack Andrews is a near relative of our Ajo a cousin, perhaps but I'll not forget that that might explain the likeness between them.
So he left the ship with the others and disappeared for the day. Ajo took the same route he had covered before, in the direction of Nieuport, but could not get within five miles of the town, which was now held by the Germans. From Furnes to the front the roads were packed with reinforcements and wagon trains bearing ammunition and supplies, and further progress with the ambulance was impossible.
"Then you think," said Ajo, who was standing by and listening to Maurie's labored explanations, "that it is the blacksmith who is condemned as a spy, and not yourself?" "I am quite sure of it. Am I not here, driving your ambulance and going boldly among the officers? If it is Jakob Maurie they wish, he is at hand to be arrested." "But you are not Jakob Maurie."
All the others had been sent home, transferred to the government hospitals or gone back to the front, according to the character of their injuries. This was necessary because their places were needed by the newly wounded who were brought each day from the front. Little Maurie was driving the ambulance again and, with Ajo beside him and Dr.
"If he is really a spy," continued the girl, after a brief period of thought, "I am amazed that he dared join our party and go directly to the front, where he is at any time likely to be recognized." "Yes, that is certainly puzzling," returned Ajo. "And he's a brave little man, too, fearless of danger and reckless in exposing himself to shot and shell.
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