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"I tell you it is a mistake. The boy is as sound as " He couldn't finish. There were exceptions to everything he thought of. "I want to see him," he added. "I'll try to manage that for you, a little later." It was darkening. In the front room of the house, Kohlvihr sat bung- eyed by a telegraph instrument. The further strategy from Judenbach was still in the dark to Boylan.
"I'll spend my life to prove you wrong about Peter Mowbray. I'll get the United States of America to thank you and General Kohlvihr, and the army for your kindness if you spare him. I don't care to go to him unless I can take him word. My God, Lieutenant, you mustn't shoot that boy! We've ridden together, all three. There's so much death without that.
"I didn't know," Dabnitz sighed. Boylan was standing below. He heard distant firing through the rain in the direction of the field.... Lornievitch had doubtless begun a flank movement. Kohlvihr would lick his wounds in Judenbach for another day. Dabnitz appeared from the stairway, a paper in his hand.
There were excited voices above, and he made haste to see. Kohlvihr was wild-eyed in the center of the upper room the telegraph ticking nervously, half of his staff bending with extraordinary intensity over the birth of a certain message.... What they wanted came over the 'phone. Boylan saw four Russian officers rush to the 'phone from the telegraph table.... Something had happened. He backed out.
Presently his heart was light again, the pent forces of expression springing gladly into use. "...The laughable thing about it," he finished, " the thing that held me speechless as Samarc left my side there in the dark corner of the pit was that just a few minutes before Kohlvihr had promised to see that the Little Father decorated him.
Certainly Poltneck had a point of view. And he was a hair-raiser of quality... everything about him. Boylan thought of writing the Poltneck incident, and became hopeless again. The Russians would be idiots to let him out alive. He did not expect it. The only chance was that they couldn't see themselves. Perhaps Kohlvihr thought he was a hero to-day.
I heard Kohlvihr explaining to the Commander's aide that the Austrians here had been reinforced; that they gave us Judenbach for the taking yesterday, in order to fall back into the hills beyond. The center and left, it appears, is clear, ready to fight on to Berlin or Budapest, but the whole line is held up for this right wing. Kohlvihr is desperate.
Peter found his horse, already saddled by Boylan, and overtook the wagon train as it left the town. In a halt for the way to clear, Kohlvihr and his staff passed, Dabnitz and Boylan riding together. The General sat soft and lumpy in the saddle, his eyes small and feverish, his face hotly red. The staff passed on, all except Boylan believing that the correspondent had fallen in behind.
"Peter are you hit?" It was Boylan's voice. "No, just bushed." Now he heard Kohlvihr say: "Anything for you we can, Mr. Mowbray. As a civilian, you are of course exempt from specific honors, but as soon as I learn your companion's name I shall suggest that he be honored by the Little Father." "Why, you've put the whole line back into fighting trim!" Boylan whispered.
Big Belt was aware that, given a free hand and a free cable, he could make Kohlvihr a loathsome monster in the eyes of the world, this merely by a display of the facts. Boylan's view was cleared a little as he thought of such a narrative. His sense of the reception of the story showed him the commanding nature of it. The thing might be done later.
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