. St. Nicholas [serial]. eeling that a nakedbayonet was within an inch oftheir backs. From this soldier they werepassed on to another, and thento others, ever nearing thecircle of light and the cluster-ing tents. They pushed thecycle between them. At the entrance to the larg-est tent stood two they led the lads in-side, motioning them to leavethe motor-cycle in the hands of a soldier. Herethe lights were so dazzling to their tired eyesthat Jack and Cyrus could not see, at first,who was in the tent. A dignified man in theuniform of a French general was seated bya table, studying
. St. Nicholas [serial]. eeling that a nakedbayonet was within an inch oftheir backs. From this soldier they werepassed on to another, and thento others, ever nearing thecircle of light and the cluster-ing tents. They pushed thecycle between them. At the entrance to the larg-est tent stood two they led the lads in-side, motioning them to leavethe motor-cycle in the hands of a soldier. Herethe lights were so dazzling to their tired eyesthat Jack and Cyrus could not see, at first,who was in the tent. A dignified man in theuniform of a French general was seated bya table, studying a map. Other officers werenear him. They all looked keenly at the youngAmericans, and their gaze was none too kindly. Spies were the torment of the French seemed to have gone crazy overspies. They were found everywhere. Andnow here were two more suspicious characters—Germans, no doubt. Suspicious characters theylooked, indeed. Cyrus had a long scratch on hisface from a vicious briar; he wore no hat; and. THEY WALKED WITH THE FEELING THAT A NAKED BAYONETWAS WITHIN AN INCH OF THEIR BACKS. his hair, grown scraggy, was disordered. Jacksclothes, none too good at the beginning, weretorn in several places and were thick with eye was half closed with a swollen lid,caused by something—an insects bite, New York friends would have disowned thisdisreputable fellow entirely. He looked to be alow-down rascal, fit for any deed. 430 SAVED BY A CAMERA [Mar., Do you speak French ? asked the general,sternly. Cyrus was fascinated by the way he sharpeneda pencil as he spoke. To his dying day, he wouldnever forget that one little side-incident. I do, said Jack. What s your name, and where do you comefrom? I am Jack Henderson, from New York. The general examined him sharply. Therewas the glimmer of a smile on his firm lips. Have nt seen New York lately, have you? Came over just before the war and gotcaught here. Plenty of chance to get home if youd wantedto, wa
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