Part 37 (1/2)

I do not knohat tongue or what spirit speech he used, or what he said, but the bloated-faced brute turned pale Yes, he drew sick with fear

”I think there are spirits in this place,” he said with a Ger toldto die

Mount!”

The Uhlans an to ride away

”Watch,” said Oro

As he spoke out of a dark cloud appeared an aeroplane Its pilot saw the band of Gerood, for the reat cloud of dust from which arose the screams of men and horses

”Come and see,” said Oro

We were there Out of the cloud of dust appeared onefelloho, as I noted, had turned his head away and hidden his eyes with his hand when the horror was done yonder

All the others were dead except the officer who had worked the deed He was still living, but both his hands and one of his feet had been bloay Presently he died, screa to God for mercy

We passed on and ca a little in the wind, causing the rusted hinges to screa a dead round, and I knew from the shape of it that he was a Colonial soldier

”Did you not tellthem, ”that these Germans are of your Christian faith?”

”Yes; and the Name of God is always on their ruler's lips”

”Ah!” he said, ”I alad that I worshi+p Fate Bastin the priest need troublebehind Fate,” I said, quoting Bastin himself

”Perhaps So indeed I have always held, but afterFate is enough for me”

We went on and came to a flat country that was lined with ditches, all of thelish and French upon the other A terrible bo upon the ditches Presently that frouns ceased and out of the trenches in front of theh a hail of fire in which scores and hundreds fell, across an open piece of ground that was pitted with shell craters They came to barbed wire defenses, or what remained of them, cut the ith nippers and pulled up the posts Then through the gaps they surged in, shouting and hurling hand grenades They reached the German trenches, they leapt into them and from those holes arose a hellish din Pistols were fired and everywhere bayonets flashed

Behind them rushed a horde of little, dark-skinned reat knives in their hands Those leapt over the first trench and running on ild yells, dived into the second, those ere left of the with their knives at the defenders and the soldiers orked the spitting uns In twenty minutes it was over; those lines of trenches were taken, and once ain,” said Oro, ”clean, honest war, such as the God I call Fate decrees for h Noould visit those whom you call Turks I understand they have another worshi+p and perhaps they are nobler than these Christians”

We canised as Armenia, for once I travelled there, and stopped on an seashore Here were the Turks in thousands They were engaged in driving before them mobs of men, women and children in countless numbers On and on they drove them till they reached the shore There theyI re up to her waist in the water Three children were clinging to her--but I cannot go on, really I cannot go on In the end a Turk waded out and bayoneted her while she strove to protect the last living child with her poor body whence it sprang

”These, I understand,” said Oro, pointing to the Turkish soldiers, ”worshi+p a prophet who they say is the voice of God”

”Yes,” I answered, ”and therefore they massacre these who are Christians because they worshi+p God without a prophet”

”And what do the Christians massacre each other for?”

”Power and the wealth and territories that are power That is, the King of the Germans wishes to rule the world, but the other Nations do not desire his doht for Liberty and Justice”

”As it was, so it is and shall be,” remarked Oro, ”only with this difference In the old world some ise, but here--” and he stopped, his eyes fixed upon the Arony while the o”