Part 9 (2/2)

John felt a rush of air past his face, and heard the thud of the bullet as it buried itself in the soft bank. A cold chill ran down his spine, but he said nothing. Lannes and he increased their speed. The sentinels did not fire again. Perhaps they thought imagination had been tricked by a shadow.

A hundred yards farther on, and the ca.n.a.l pa.s.sed through woods, where it was so dark that one could not see far. Lannes climbed the bank and threw himself down among the trees. John imitated him.

”Are you hit?” asked Lannes.

”No, but I felt the wind from the bullet.”

”Then you've had your baptism of war, and as it was a German bullet that was seeking you you're one of us now.”

John was silent.

Both lay a while on the gra.s.s in the dense shadow of the trees, until their panting pa.s.sed into regular breathing. The darkness did not decrease, and no sound came from the fields. It was evident that they had not been followed. John felt that all his strength had returned, but he waited patiently for Lannes to lead the way.

The Frenchman rose presently and went to the edge of the grove.

”The coast is clear,” he said, ”and we might as well depart. Come, Monsieur John. You've shown great power over your curiosity, and I'll ask you to show it a little longer. But I'll say this much. You can barely make out a line of hills across those fields. Well, they are five or six miles away and we're going toward them at a leisurely but fairly rapid pace.”

”All right. Show the way. I think I'm in good shape for a canter of several miles.”

They walked steadily more than an hour, and the night lightened somewhat. As they approached the hills John saw that they were high, rough, and covered with dark green foliage. It was possible that Lannes was seeking a refuge among them, but reflection indicated that it was not probable. There could be no secure hiding place in a country so thickly populated, and in a region so far away from France. Lannes must have something else in view.

When they came to the first slope Lannes led boldly upward, although he followed no path. The trees were larger than one usually sees in Europe, and there was some undergrowth. At a point two or three hundred feet up they stopped and looked back. They saw nothing. The town was completely hidden by the night. John had a strong feeling of silence, loneliness and awe. He would have insisted upon knowing where Lannes was leading him, but the young Frenchman had shown himself wholly trustworthy.

The way continued upward. Lannes was following no path, but he advanced with certainty. The night lightened somewhat. A few stars came out, and an edge of the moon showed, but the town was now shut off from sight by the foliage on the hills, and they seemed absolutely alone in the world.

John knew that they were not likely to see houses, owing to the habit the rural people had on the continent of living in villages, but they might pa.s.s the hut of a stray woodcutter or charcoal burner. He had no mind to be taken back to the town and his hand slipped down to the b.u.t.t of the automatic.

”You've plenty of courage, John,” said Lannes, ”and you've a very steady nerve, too. Courage and steady nerve don't always go together. You'll need both.”

”For our escape?”

”Yes. It's scarcely possible to walk out of Germany because the borders are guarded everywhere. The land is closed to us, nor can we go by water either. As an American they might have pa.s.sed you on, if you had not become so strongly identified with me, but borrowing one of your English expressions we are now tarred with the same brush. But, as I told you before, we shall leave Germany nevertheless.”

John's curiosity was intense, but pride still kept him from asking any questions. In silence he followed Lannes, who was traveling upward. The region now became utterly dreary, steep, stony and rain-washed.

Not even the thrifty European peasant could have drawn any part of a living from those blasted rocks.

They came at last to the crest of the hills, or rather low mountains, and pa.s.sed into a depression which looked to John like some age-old crater. Then he heard Lannes draw a deep breath, almost a sigh, and he knew it was caused by relief of the mind rather than of the body.

”Well, we're here,” said Lannes, sitting down at the stony edge of the crater.

”Yes, we're here,” said John, also sitting down, ”and being here, where are we?”

Lannes laughed. It was a pleased and friendly laugh, and John recognized it as such.

”Wait until we draw about a hundred long breaths apiece,” said Lannes, ”and then we'll have action.”

”Suits me. That was a big climb.”

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