Part 5 (1/2)

”What do you see?” asked the officer.

The boy inclined his head towards him, and making a speaking-trumpet of his hand, replied, ”Two men on horseback, on the white road.”

”At what distance from here?”

”Half a mile.”

”Are they moving?”

”They are standing still.”

”What else do you see?” asked the officer, after a momentary silence.

”Look to the right.” The boy looked to the right.

Then he said: ”Near the cemetery, among the trees, there is something glittering. It seems to be bayonets.”

”Do you see men?”

”No. They must be concealed in the grain.”

At that moment a sharp whiz of a bullet pa.s.sed high up in the air, and died away in the distance, behind the house.

”Come down, my lad!” shouted the officer. ”They have seen you. I don't want anything more. Come down.”

”I'm not afraid,” replied the boy.

”Come down!” repeated the officer. ”What else do you see to the left?”

”To the left?”

”Yes, to the left.”

The lad turned his head to the left: at that moment, another whistle, more acute and lower than the first, cut the air. The boy was thoroughly aroused. ”Deuce take them!” he exclaimed. ”They actually are aiming at me!” The bullet had pa.s.sed at a short distance from him.

”Down!” shouted the officer, imperious and irritated.

”I'll come down presently,” replied the boy. ”But the tree shelters me.

Don't fear. You want to know what there is on the left?”

”Yes, on the left,” answered the officer; ”but come down.”

”On the left,” shouted the lad, thrusting his body out in that direction, ”yonder, where there is a chapel, I think I see--”

A third fierce whistle pa.s.sed through the air, and almost instantaneously the boy was seen to descend, catching for a moment at the trunk and branches, and then falling headlong with arms outspread.

”Curse it!” exclaimed the officer, running up.

The boy landed on the ground, upon his back, and remained stretched out there, with arms outspread and supine; a stream of blood flowed from his breast, on the left. The sergeant and two soldiers leaped from their horses; the officer bent over and opened his s.h.i.+rt: the ball had entered his left lung. ”He is dead!” exclaimed the officer.

”No, he still lives!” replied the sergeant.--”Ah, poor boy! brave boy!”