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Updated: May 2, 2025
The human wreckage barely held together, but it was light; and McKay covered it with a foot of deep green moss, and made a cairn above it out of glacial stones from the watercourse. And on the huge beech that tented it he cut a cross with his trench-knife, making the incision deep, so that it glimmered like ivory against the silvery bark of the great tree.
They carried no rifles, because the rifle is an awkward tool for a noiseless crawler to lug. But each man had a big trench-knife and a pair of automatic pistols, with plenty of ammunition. The space between the two front lines of barbed wire in this region was not more than four or five hundred yards.
The girl waited; and while waiting she cut a long white sliver from the beech-tree and carved an arrow pointing toward the heap of debris. Then, with the keen tip of her trench-knife she scratched on the silvery bark: "An underground way in the windfall. I have followed them. Yellow-hair."
Before she could move one of the men kicked her pistol out of her nerveless hand, caught her by the shoulder and dragged the trench-knife from her convulsive grasp. Then he said in English: "Get up." And the other, the signalman, struck her across her back with the furled flags so that she lost her balance and fell forward on her face.
They have started for the ravine by a way evidently known to them and which they speak of as the Via Mala. You told me to stay here, but I dare not let this last chance go to discover what we have been looking for a path to the plateau below. I take my pistol and your trench-knife and I will try to leave signs for you to follow.
He seemed surprised, then realising why she had asked that mercy, showed all his teeth and smirked at her out of narrow-slitted eyes. "Where is McKay?" he repeated. She remained mute. "Will you tell me where he is to be found?" "No!" "Will you tell me if I let you go?" "No." "Will you tell me if I give you back your trench-knife?"
They have started west along the cliffs and they are now nearly out of sight, so I must hurry. Yellow-hair." This bit of paper she left on her bed of leaves and pinned it to the ground with a twig. Then she rose painfully, drew in her belt and laced her tattered shoes, and, taking the trench-knife and pistol, limped out among the trees.
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