. St. Nicholas [serial]. spies passing asAmericans. This had happened several times inthe last month. It would be less frequent nowthat passports must have photographs on must make short work of this. There wereweightier matters on hand to-day. Are you ready? he said, sternly. Have youfound any proof of your identity? He ad-dressed Cyrus. If you have, you go free. Thegeneral so orders. If not—there s no more tobe said. I alone ! exclaimed Cyrus. Shoot me, butnot my friend. Let him go free. He has hispapers. If you cannot believe my word, shootme, but let him go free. If he dies, I die,
. St. Nicholas [serial]. spies passing asAmericans. This had happened several times inthe last month. It would be less frequent nowthat passports must have photographs on must make short work of this. There wereweightier matters on hand to-day. Are you ready? he said, sternly. Have youfound any proof of your identity? He ad-dressed Cyrus. If you have, you go free. Thegeneral so orders. If not—there s no more tobe said. I alone ! exclaimed Cyrus. Shoot me, butnot my friend. Let him go free. He has hispapers. If you cannot believe my word, shootme, but let him go free. If he dies, I die, said Jack, firmly, steppingto Cyrus side. There was a glimmer of admiration in themajors hard eyes. Bravery appealed to spy was a sneak; he hated them. I9i6.] SAVED BY A CAMERA 433 Five minutes to eight felt a strange desire to help these boys toescape. Only five minutes! he said, briefly. Let smake one more search. Feverishly they went through pockets, lookingunder linings, inside Jacks cap. Nothing!. HE OFENEU THE CAMERA AND MIS CAUGHT A BIT OK WHIIE IAlEK The minutes were passing. Cyrus grew white,and Jack felt faint. Life was beautiful. It washard to lose it this way—to be shot as a des-picable spy! The major took up the empty camera. Heopened it, and his eyes caught a bit of whitepaper. Eagerly—for he had taken the ladscause really to heart; they did not act like spies—he read it. Then he sprang forward and grasped Cyrusshand. Your camera has done you good service, myboy ! he said. It has saved you ! The two soldiers, muskets in hand, stood asstill as if they had been made of wood, but theireyes were bright with interest and even joy. They were new at their business,and the plight of the two lads hadstrongly impressed them. Cyrus moved his lips, but no soundcame from them. The relief fromthe awful suspense was too Jack had strength enough tolean forward and read what the of-ficer at Culoz, without a thought ofwhat value his act mig
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