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Updated: June 27, 2025
And there are not likely to be any for some time to come." "Will you take us as far as Charly?" "If it's on the way to Paris yes! I'm in a hurry to get back. I've got to join my regiment at the Gaxe du Nord before midnight, but I'd like to ring in another job like this before that. It's worth while at 150 per trip!" "You've got to cross Charly there's no other way to Paris."
Afterwards fine. Southerly wind. Temperature at five P.M. 22 degrees centigrade. Favorable news was communicated at eleven o'clock this evening at the headquarters at the Invalides. After four days of steady fighting, the allied left wing has crossed the Marne near Charly and driven back the enemy sixty kilometers, the British taking many prisoners and machine guns.
"Then," he said, "we'll pull along the edge of it until we find an opening or something to make a lee. The sea's higher than it seemed to be from the schooner." "We've got to do it soon," said Charly. "There's more wind not far away." Wyllard dipped his oar again, and they pulled along the edge of the ice for an hour cautiously, for there were now little frothing white tops on the seas.
You can't shoot when you're dead played out." They called in the Indian and gave the rifle to him. He gravely pointed to Wyllard. Charly grinned for the first time in several days. "Well," he remarked, "in this case I guess I've no objections to let it be as he suggests." Wyllard resignedly took up the rifle and strode wearily out of camp.
At last his heart leaped, for a faint splash of oars came out of the darkness. Both men ran forward to the windlass. The sharp clanking it made drowned the splash of oars, but in another minute or two there was a crash as the boat drove alongside, and Charly scrambled up with a rope while Lewson hurled sundry bags and cases after him.
"It's real?" he said, slowly and haltingly. "You have come at last?" They assured him that this was the case. For a moment or two the man's face was distorted with a strange look and he made a hoarse sound in his throat. "Lord," he muttered! "if I'm dreaming I don't want to wake." Charly leaned forward and smote him on the shoulder.
This was a folly which he and Charly had once virulent words about. At length they came one evening to a river which flowed across their path, and lay down beside it, feeling that the end was not far away. Except in the eddies and shallows, the ice had broken up, and the stream swirled by between in raging flood, thick with heavy masses which it had brought down from its higher reaches.
Then he climbed on deck in turn, and Charly commenced a breathless explanation. "It's all we could get. There's nobody on our trail," he said. The last fact was most important, and Wyllard cut him short. "Get the jibs and staysail on to her."
If there's no sign of me in another week you can take her home again." Then Dampier, who said nothing further, bade them swing the boat over, and when she lay heaving beneath the rail Wyllard and Charly and one Indian dropped into her.
Should they appear and fail to produce their papers, immediate arrest would follow. Should they offer the slightest opposition or attempt escape, the sentinels had orders to shoot. I enquired if it would be necessary for we to have a sauf-conduit, being bound for Charly, and possibly the station at Nogent, where I hoped that the soldiers of a passing train would throw me a newspaper. Mr.
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