. Tom Slade, motorcycle dispatch-bearer . s in America, hemuttered; we—we should worry. It was little Uncle Sam cared for the trafficlaws of America. Around the outskirts of Teurley they swept andinto the broad highway like a pair of demons,and a muleteer, seeing discretion to be the betterpart of valor, drove his team well to the side—far enough, even, to escape any devilish con-tamination which this unearthly apparition mightdiffuse. They had reached a broad highway, one ofthose noble roads which Napoleon had could not go wrong now. They passed aluxurious chateau, then a great hote
. Tom Slade, motorcycle dispatch-bearer . s in America, hemuttered; we—we should worry. It was little Uncle Sam cared for the trafficlaws of America. Around the outskirts of Teurley they swept andinto the broad highway like a pair of demons,and a muleteer, seeing discretion to be the betterpart of valor, drove his team well to the side—far enough, even, to escape any devilish con-tamination which this unearthly apparition mightdiffuse. They had reached a broad highway, one ofthose noble roads which Napoleon had could not go wrong now. They passed aluxurious chateau, then a great hotel where peo-ple haled them in French. Then they passed anarmy auto truck loaded with mattresses, with thebully old initials U. S. A. on its side. Two boysin khaki were on the seat. Is the Texas Pioneer in? Tom yelled. What? one of them called back. Hes deaf or something, muttered Tom;we—should worry. On they sped till the road merged into astreet lined with shops, where children in woodenshoes and men in blouses shuffled about. Tom. DOWN THE HILL COASTED UNCLE SAM BEARING TOM FURIOUSLY ONWARD. page 169 . A SURPRISE 171, thought he had never seen people so slow in hislife. Now, indeed, he must make some concessionto the throngs moving back and forth, and heslackened his speed, but only slightly. Dieppe ? he called. Dieppe, came the laughing answer from apasser-by, who was evidently amused at Tomspronunciation. Wheres the wharves? Again that polite shrug of the shoulders. He took a chance with another passer-by, whonodded and pointed down a narrow street withdull brown houses tumbling all over each other,as it seemed to Tom. It was the familiar, old-world architecture of the French coast towns,which he had seen in Brest and St. Nazaire, as ifall the houses had become suddenly frightenedand huddled together like panicky sheep. More leisurely now, but quickly still, rode thedispatch-rider through this narrow, surging waywhich had all the earmarks of the shore—damp-smelling
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