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Updated: June 10, 2025
You can go it blind, and win following the spirit of the Good Samaritan." The light was gray that came down through the skylight. Abel and Poltneck and Fallows sat on the floor in the front end, because there were not chairs for all. Back in the shadows sat Berthe and Peter.
Poltneck straightened up and met the eyes of Peter. "This is the correspondent?" he asked. "He came up from the field this morning and in looking for us fell under suspicion," Berthe explained. The long hard arm stretched out to Peter, who still was somewhat at sea, as Boylan had been, and afraid that he detected a taint of the dramatic.
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 am not used to crowds," Poltneck objected weakly. "I am just a simple man. Already I am without voice. I beg of you to send for Chautonville of the opera." Dabnitz was puzzled. "That is out of the question. Chautonville is back in the city. Within twenty minutes the order for advance will be given. Come, Poltneck; you will do very well when you see your soldiers "
The first face that he saw within was Fallows', and over it, as his own glance sped quickly, there passed a look as from some poignant burden. It was the look of a man who had thought the fight won, and now perceived that it must be resumed again. Poltneck was just behind.
"But, Peter, I have seen such courage to-day. It was a revelation. All that I had seen of isolated courage before in the world all was there to-day, and ten times more, there in the blood and torture. And Poltneck sang to them sang to the maimed and limbless sang through the probings with the sound of the cannon in the distance and more wounded coming in.
For an hour in the skylight prison, they had waited for the step upon the stairs. When it came Fallows had an inspiration, and said softly: "Sing to 'em, Poltneck The Lord Is Mindful of His Own !"
"Perhaps I was only sitting here " It was a queer matter that the three men, each of whom would have given his life to save the woman's, to all appearances accepted the fact of her as one of them in courage and control. It was Abel who mentioned the singer, Poltneck, whom Peter had not met.
"In fact, the whole hospital corps is rotten with revolutionists, but the fact remains he can sing like an angel. I think if Poltneck were brought here to the lines and made to sing the folk songs " "Get him," said Kohlvihr. "Is he under arrest?" "No; as yet merely under espionage. He was valuable in rather a unique way in the hospitals yesterday." "Bring him at once."
It was worth living to witness that, but I'm afraid Poltneck will come to us. He's got the fury. Hearing that we are gone, he will start something if only to join us. Then there will be no one to escape with the story. It troubles me.... If Mr. Mowbray were only free. Doesn't it seem that our brothers should hear the story?" His voice broke a little. His brow was wet.
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