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"On boarding the ship by the main-chains, I was knocked back by the sentry's musket, and falling on the tholl-pin of the boat, it entered my back near the spine, inflicting a severe injury, which caused me many years of subsequent suffering. Immediately regaining my footing, I reascended the side, and, when on deck, was shot through the thigh.
At lunch I met another Dutch officer, also an English scholar, who, after hearing the latter part of my experience, told me that I must have actually walked along the German sentry's path, just beyond the canal, the night before. Having had no escaped prisoners in that district before, they had a disquieting idea that I should very likely be interned.
Provided that your sentry's nerves are all right, and that a "crump" does not drop right into his little section of trench, there is not much that can go wrong. And there is nothing much wanting in the nerves of this infantry. However, something had clearly gone wrong with this attack.
"Yes, general." "There was enmity between you?" "Yes, general." "Where is he now?" "He is somewhere in prison. He was taken at Sharpsburg." There fell another silence. The sentry's tread was heard, the crackle of the fire seizing upon pine cone and bough, a low, sighing wind in the wilderness. Jackson spoke briefly.
"This rotten star-and-brother rigmarole's making me sick," muttered Shorty, with a hasty glance to see that the man was alone, and grasping his hand with a grip of iron, while with his left he clutched the sentry's throat. Before the man could utter a groan he wrenched him around and started him back for Si.
Then Dicky's smile came back again, for he knew that the hours of his captivity were numbered; and he hummed, in time with the sentry's tread: "They're hanging men and women now, For lacking of the green." So, that night Dicky sat by the window of the room over his shop and his little saint sat close by, working at something silken and dainty. Dicky was thoughtful and grave.
As he vanished the second time, the larger man of the two in wait, whispered to the other: "He's the sentry! Stand where you are I'll show Corrigan " The words were cut short by the reappearance of the sentry. He came close to the corner, and wheeled, to return. A lithe black shape leaped like a huge cat, and landed heavily on the sentry's shoulders, bringing a pained grunt from him.
Though the surface of the bay was smooth, there was a slight surf on the shore, the noise of which, as it broke, tended to overpower any sound which the oars made as they dipped into the water. Could the French garrisons be asleep? No sentry's challenge was heard on the walls.
What can I do for you this morning? THE F.O.O. You can boil your signal sentry's head! THE JOVIAL VOICE. What for? THE F.O.O. For keeping me waiting. THE JOVIAL VOICE. Righto! And the next article? THE F.O.O. There's a Boche working-party in a coppice two hundred yards west of a point Ping, ping! Shut up! THE JOVIAL VOICE. Working-party? I'll settle them. What's the map reference?
To elude this one would not be difficult; but to enter the village and search it would be practically impossible, garbed, or un-garbed, as he was. Creeping forward, taking advantage of every cover, lying flat and motionless when the sentry's face was toward him, the ape-man at last reached the sheltering shadows of an outhouse just inside the lines.
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