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The boys were not, now, going out to an unknown danger. Although the risk that a staff officer runs is, absolutely, somewhat greater than that incurred by a regimental officer; still, it is slight in comparison with the risk run by a franc tireur, employed in harassing an enemy, and in cutting his communications especially when capture means death.
"At the present moment there are two thousand five hundred men in Saverne. Tomorrow night this village is to be attacked, and every franc tireur found here put to the sword." A cry of surprise and rage broke from the men. "And how, think you, has the change been wrought? By treachery!" Those cries of rage were renewed. "By treachery!
Before I could reply, the door opening into the courtyard gaped, and the driver entered, followed by a cloud of whirling sand grains. "Nom d'un chien!" he exclaimed. "Get me a tumbler of wine, for the love of God, Fin Tireur. My throat's full of the sand. Sacré nom d'un nom d'un nom!"
His face expressed the most ferocious anger and hate, and now and then he pulled hard upon his bonds. John could see that they were cutting into the flesh. He remembered also that Picard was not in uniform. He was in German eyes only a franc tireur, subject to instant execution, and he wondered why von Boehlen had delayed. "Save your strength, Antoine," he whispered soothingly.
There was a man in the doorway, a short, sturdy, middle-aged Frenchman, with strong features, a tuft of grey beard, heavy eyebrows, and dark, prominent eyes, with a hot, shining look in them. "Bon soir, m'sieu," he said. "Bon soir!," I answered. This was my host, the innkeeper whom the driver had called "Fin Tireur."
"No, no," Ralph said; "the uniform shows I am not a franc tireur; and so will prevent my being hung, and you having your house burnt over your head. Besides which, I should be entitled to be treated as an officer. My uniform is the best protection for us all. "Have you any news of what is going on?"
"When I heard the woman cry I took my revolver out. When I saw the woman run I fired, and the bullet struck the veil." He put the revolver back into his pocket, and sat down again quietly. "And that's why they call me Fin Tireur." I said nothing, and sat staring at him. "When the camels had been watered the caravan went on." "But but the Arabs "
The touch of the democracy was defilement, and it does not pass. Do you think our ancestors would have wasted so much time over a miserable French peasant?" This was a long speech, much too long for the circumstances, John thought, but von Arnheim still standing stiffly at attention, merely said: "Your Highness I ask this man's life of you. He is not a franc tireur in the real sense."
This man is a franc tireur, a civilian in civilian's garb, fighting against us. It is our law that all such who are caught be shot immediately." "Your Highness," said von Arnheim, "I have reason to think that the lady's story is correct. This man's daughter is her maid, and he is obviously a servant of her house."
It was I who put it into her head that there were things to be seen better than rocks, and dead white dusty roads, and fishing boats against the quay. I've thought of that since I since I got my name of Fin Tireur. Her name was Marie, and she was eighteen when we stood before the priest. Next day we went to Marseille, and took the boat for Algiers. Our heads were full of I don't know what.
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