Part 4 (2/2)

”Why did you not flee with your family?”

”I have no family,” replied the boy. ”I am a foundling. I do a little work for everybody. I remained here to see the war.”

”Have you seen any Austrians pa.s.s?”

”No; not for these three days.”

The officer paused a while in thought; then he leaped from his horse, and leaving his soldiers there, with their faces turned towards the foe, he entered the house and mounted to the roof. The house was low; from the roof only a small tract of country was visible. ”It will be necessary to climb the trees,” said the officer, and descended. Just in front of the garden plot rose a very lofty and slender ash-tree, which was rocking its crest in the azure. The officer stood a brief s.p.a.ce in thought, gazing now at the tree, and again at the soldiers; then, all of a sudden, he asked the lad:--

”Is your sight good, you monkey?”

”Mine?” replied the boy. ”I can spy a young sparrow a mile away.”

”Are you good for a climb to the top of this tree?”

”To the top of this tree? I? I'll be up there in half a minute.”

”And will you be able to tell me what you see up there--if there are Austrian soldiers in that direction, clouds of dust, gleaming guns, horses?”

”Certainly I shall.”

”What do you demand for this service?”

”What do I demand?” said the lad, smiling. ”Nothing. A fine thing, indeed! And then--if it were for the _Germans_, I wouldn't do it on any terms; but for our men! I am a Lombard!”

”Good! Then up with you.”

”Wait a moment, until I take off my shoes.”

He pulled off his shoes, tightened the girth of his trousers, flung his cap on the gra.s.s, and clasped the trunk of the ash.

”Take care, now!” exclaimed the officer, making a movement to hold him back, as though seized with a sudden terror.

The boy turned to look at him, with his handsome blue eyes, as though interrogating him.

”No matter,” said the officer; ”up with you.”

Up went the lad like a cat.

”Keep watch ahead!” shouted the officer to the soldiers.

In a few moments the boy was at the top of the tree, twined around the trunk, with his legs among the leaves, but his body displayed to view, and the sun beating down on his blond head, which seemed to be of gold.

The officer could hardly see him, so small did he seem up there.

”Look straight ahead and far away!” shouted the officer.

The lad, in order to see better, removed his right hand from the tree, and shaded his eyes with it.

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