’_Ja。Iwastheman。Therearemorewaysofgettingintokraalsthantherearewaysofkeepingpeopleout。’
　　’Willyoutakethischance？’
　　’Forcertain，Dick。Iamgettingstiffwithdoingnothing，andifI
　　sitinhousesmuchlongerIshallgrowold。AmanbetmefivepoundsontheshipthatIcouldnotgetthroughatrench—line，andiftherehadbeenatrench—linehandyIwouldhavetakenhimon。
　　Iwillbeveryhappy，Dick，butIdonotsayIwillsucceed。Itisnewcountrytome，andIwillbehurried，andhurrymakesbadstalking。’
　　IshowedhimwhatIthoughtthelikeliestplace—inthespursofthePalantukenmountains。Peter’swayofdoingthingswasallhisown。Hescrapedearthandplasteroutofacornerandsatdowntomakealittlemodelofthelandscapeonthetable，followingthecontoursofthemap。Hediditextraordinarilyneatly，for，likeallgreathunters，hewasasdeftasaweaverbird。Hepuzzledoveritforalongtime，andconnedthemaptillhemusthavegotitbyheart。Thenhetookhisfield—glasses—averygoodsingleZeisswhichwaspartofthespoilsfromRasta’smotor—car—andannouncedthathewasgoingtofollowmyexampleandgetontothehouse—top。
　　Presentlyhislegsdisappearedthroughthetrap，andBlenkironandI
　　werelefttoourreflections。
　　Petermusthavefoundsomethinguncommoninteresting，forhestayedontheroofthebetterpartoftheday。Itwasadulljobforus，sincetherewasnolight，andBlenkironhadnoteventheconsolationofagameofPatience。Butforallthathewasingoodspirits，forhehadhadnodyspepsiasinceweleftConstantinople，andannouncedthathebelievedhewasatlastgettingevenwithhisdarnedduodenum。AsformeIwasprettyrestless，forIcouldnotimaginewhatwasdetainingSandy。ItwasclearthatourpresencemusthavebeenkeptsecretfromHildavonEinem，forshewasapalofStumm’s，andhemustbynowhaveblownthegaffonPeterandme。Howlongcouldthissecrecylast，Iaskedmyself。Wehadnownosortofprotectioninthewholeoutfit。RastaandtheTurkswantedourblood:sodidStummandtheGermans;andoncetheladyfoundweweredeceivinghershewouldwantitmostofall。
　　OuronlyhopewasSandy，andhegavenosignofhisexistence。I
　　begantofearthatwithhim，too，thingshadmiscarried。
　　AndyetIwasn’treallydepressed，onlyimpatient。IcouldneveragaingetbacktothebeastlystagnationofthatConstantinopleweek。Thegunskeptmecheerful。Therewasthedevilofabombardmentallday，andthethoughtthatourAllieswerethunderingtherehalfadozenmilesoffgavemeaperfectlygroundlesshope。IftheyburstthroughthedefenceHildavonEinemandherprophetandallourenemieswouldbeoverwhelmedinthedeluge。AndthatblessedchancedependedverymuchonoldPeter，nowbroodinglikeapigeononthehouse—tops。
　　ItwasnottillthelateafternoonthatHussinappearedagain。HetooknonoticeofPeter’sabsence，butlitalanternandsetitonthetable。Thenhewenttothedoorandwaited。Presentlyalightstepfellonthestairs，andHussindrewbacktoletsomeoneenter。HepromptlydepartedandIheardthekeyturninthelockbehindhim。
　　Sandystoodthere，butanewSandywhomadeBlenkironandmejumptoourfeet。Thepeltsandskin—caphadgone，andheworeinsteadalonglinentunicclaspedatthewaistbyabroadgirdle。A
　　strangegreenturbanadornedhishead，andashepusheditbackI
　　sawthathishairhadbeenshaved。Helookedlikesomeacolyte—awearyacolyte，fortherewasnospringinhiswalkornerveinhiscarriage。Hedroppednumblyonthedivanandlaidhisheadinhishands。Thelanternshowedhishaggardeyeswithdarklinesbeneaththem。
　　’GoodGod，oldman，haveyoubeensick？’Icried。
　　’Notsick，’hesaidhoarsely。’Mybodyisrightenough，butthelastfewdaysIhavebeenlivinginhell。’
　　Blenkironnoddedsympathetically。Thatwashowhehimselfwouldhavedescribedthecompanyofthelady。
　　Imarchedacrosstohimandgrippedbothhiswrists。
　　’Lookatme，’Isaid，’straightintheeyes。’
　　Hiseyeswerelikeasleep—walker’s，unwinking，unseeing。’Greatheavens，man，you’vebeendrugged！’Isaid。
　　’Drugged，’hecried，withawearylaugh。’Yes，Ihavebeendrugged，butnotbyanyphysic。Noonehasbeendoctoringmyfood。Butyoucan’tgothroughhellwithoutgettingyoureyesred—hot。’
　　Ikeptmygriponhiswrists。’Takeyourtime，oldchap，andtellusaboutit。BlenkironandIarehere，andoldPeter’sontheroofnotfaroff。We’lllookafteryou。’
　　’Itdoesmegoodtohearyourvoice，Dick，’hesaid。’Itremindsmeofclean，honestthings。’
　　’They’llcomeback，neverfear。We’reatthelastlapnow。Onemorespurtandit’sover。You’vegottotellmewhatthenewsnagis。Isitthatwoman？’
　　Heshiveredlikeafrightenedcolt。’Woman！’hecried。’Doesawomandragamanthroughthenether—pit？She’sashe—devil。Oh，itisn’tmadnessthat’swrongwithher。She’sassaneasyouandascoolasBlenkiron。Herlifeisaninfernalgameofchess，andsheplayswithsoulsforpawns。Sheisevil—evil—evil。’Andoncemoreheburiedhisheadinhishands。
　　ItwasBlenkironwhobroughtsenseintothishecticatmosphere。
　　Hisslow，beloveddrawlwasanantisepticagainstnerves。
　　’Say，boy，’hesaid，’Ifeeljustlikeyouaboutthelady。Butourjobisnottoinvestigatehercharacter。HerMakerwilldothatgoodandsuresomeday。We’vegottofigurehowtocircumventher，andforthatyou’vegottotelluswhatexactly’sbeenoccurringsincewepartedcompany。’
　　Sandypulledhimselftogetherwithagreateffort。
　　’GreenmantlediedthatnightIsawyou。Weburiedhimsecretlybyherorderinthegardenofthevilla。Thencamethetroubleabouthissuccessor……ThefourMinisterswouldbenopartytoaswindle。Theywerehonestmen，andvowedthattheirtasknowwastomakeatombfortheirmasterandprayfortherestoftheirdaysathisshrine。Theywereasimmovableasagranitehillandsheknewit……Thenthey，too，died。’
　　’Murdered？’Igasped。
　　’Murdered……allfourinonemorning。Idonotknowhow，butIhelpedtoburythem。Oh，shehadGermansandKurdstodoherfoulwork，buttheirhandswerecleancomparedtohers。Pityme，Dick，forIhaveseenhonestyandvirtueputtotheshamblesandhaveabettedthedeedwhenitwasdone。Itwillhauntmetomydyingday。’
　　Ididnotstoptoconsolehim，formymindwasonfirewithhisnews。
　　’Thentheprophetisgone，andthehumbugisover，’Icried。
　　’Theprophetstilllives。Shehasfoundasuccessor。’
　　Hestoodupinhislinentunic。
　　’WhydoIweartheseclothes？BecauseIamGreenmantle。Iamthe_Kaaba—i—hurriyehforallIslam。Inthreedays’timeIwillrevealmyselftomypeopleandwearonmybreastthegreenephodoftheprophet。’
　　Hebrokeoffwithanhystericallaugh。
　　’Onlyyousee，Iwon’t。Iwillcutmythroatfirst。’
　　’Cheerup！’saidBlenkironsoothingly。’We’llfindsomeprettierwaythanthat。’
　　’Thereisnoway，’hesaid;’nowaybutdeath。We’redonefor，allofus。HussingotyououtofStumm’sclutches，butyou’reindangereverymoment。Atthebestyouhavethreedays，andthenyou，too，willbedead。’
　　Ihadnowordstoreply。ThischangeintheboldandunshakeableSandytookmybreathaway。
　　’Shemademeheraccomplice，’hewenton。’Ishouldhavekilledheronthegravesofthoseinnocentmen。ButinsteadIdidallsheaskedandjoinedinhergame……Shewasverycandid，youknow……ShecaresnomorethanEnverforthefaithofIslam。Shecanlaughatit。Butshehasherowndreams，andtheyconsumeherasasaintisconsumedbyhisdevotion。Shehastoldmethem，andifthedayinthegardenwashell，thedayssincehavebeentheinnermostfiresofTophet。Ithink—itishorribletosayit—thatshehasgotsomekindofcrazylikingforme。WhenwehavereclaimedtheEastIamtobebyhersidewhensheridesonhermilk—whitehorseintoJerusalem……Andtherehavebeenmoments—onlymoments，I
　　sweartoGod—whenIhavebeenfiredmyselfbyhermadness……’
　　Sandy’sfigureseemedtoshrinkandhisvoicegrewshrillandwild。ItwastoomuchforBlenkiron。HeindulgedinatorrentofblasphemysuchasIbelievehadneverbeforepassedhislips。
　　’I’mblessedifI’lllistentothisGod—darnedstuff。Itisn’tdelicate。
　　Yougetbusy，Major，andpumpsomesenseintoyourafflictedfriend。’
　　Iwasbeginningtoseewhathadhappened。Sandywasamanofgenius—asmuchasanybodyIeverstruck—buthehadthedefectsofsuchhigh—strung，fancifulsouls。Hewouldtakemorethanmortalrisks，andyoucouldn’tscarehimbyanyordinaryterror。Butlethisoldconsciencegetcross—eyed，lethimfindhimselfinsomesituationwhichinhiseyesinvolvedhishonour，andhemightgostarkcrazy。
　　Thewoman，whorousedinmeandBlenkirononlyhatred，couldcatchhisimaginationandstirinhim—forthemomentonly—anunwillingresponse。Andthencamebitterandmorbidrepentance，andthelastdesperation。
　　Itwasnotimetomincematters。’Sandy，youoldfool，’Icried，’bethankfulyouhavefriendstokeepyoufromplayingthefool。
　　YousavedmylifeatLoos，andI’mjollywellgoingtogetyouthroughthisshow。I’mbossingtheoutfitnow，andforallyourconfoundedpropheticmanners，you’vegottotakeyourordersfromme。Youaren’tgoingtorevealyourselftoyourpeople，andstilllessareyougoingtocutyourthroat。Greenmantlewillavengethemurderofhisministers，andmakethatbedlamitewomansorryshewasborn。We’regoingtogetclearaway，andinsideofaweekwe’llbehavingteawiththeGrandDukeNicholas。’
　　Iwasn’tbluffing。PuzzledasIwasaboutwaysandmeansIhadstilltheblindbeliefthatweshouldwinout。AndasIspoketwolegsdangledthroughthetrapandadustyandblinkingPeterdescendedinourmidst。
　　Itookthemapsfromhimandspreadthemonthetable。
　　’First，youmustknowthatwe’vehadanalmightypieceofluck。
　　LastnightHussintookusforawalkovertheroofsofErzerum，andbytheblessingofProvidenceIgotintoStumm’sroom，andbaggedhisstaffmap……Lookthere……d’youseehisnotes？That’sthedanger—pointofthewholedefence。OncetheRussiansgetthatfort，KaraGubek，they’veturnedthemainposition。Anditcanbegot;Stummknowsitcan;forthesetwoadjacenthillsarenotheld……Itlooksamadenterpriseonpaper，butStummknowsthatitispossibleenough。Thequestionis:WilltheRussiansguessthat？I
　　sayno，notunlesssomeonetellsthem。Therefore，byhookorbycrook，we’vegottogetthatinformationthroughtothem。’
　　Sandy’sinterestinordinarythingswasbeginningtoflickerupagain。Hestudiedthemapandbegantomeasuredistances。
　　’Peter’sgoingtohaveatryforit。Hethinksthere’sasportingchanceofhisgettingthroughthelines。Ifhedoes—ifhegetsthismaptotheGrandDuke’sstaff—thenStumm’sgooseiscooked。InthreedaystheCossackswillbeinthestreetsofErzerum。’
　　’Whatarethechances？’Sandyasked。
　　IglancedatPeter。’We’rehard—bittenfellowsandcanfacethetruth。Ithinkthechancesagainstsuccessareaboutfivetoone。’
　　’Twotoone，’saidPetermodestly。’Notworsethanthat。Idon’tthinkyou’refairtome，Dick，myoldfriend。’
　　Ilookedatthatlean，tightfigureandthegentle，resoluteface，andIchangedmymind。’I’mhangedifIthinkthereareanyodds，’
　　Isaid。’Withanybodyelseitwouldwantamiracle，butwithPeterI
　　believethechancesarelevel。’
　　’Twotoone，’Peterpersisted。’IfitwasevensIwouldn’tbeinterested。’
　　’Letmego，’Sandycried。’Italkthelingo，andcanpassasaTurk，andI’mamilliontimeslikeliertogetthrough。ForGod’ssake，Dick，letmego。’
　　’Notyou。You’rewantedhere。Ifyoudisappearthewholeshow’sbustedtoosoon，andthethreeofusleftbehindwillbestrungupbeforemorning……No，myson。You’regoingtoescape，butitwillbeincompanywithBlenkironandme。We’vegottoblowthewholeGreenmantlebusinesssohighthatthebitsofitwillnevercometoearthagain……First，tellmehowmanyofyourfellowswillstickbyyou？ImeantheCompanions。’
　　’Thewholehalf—dozen。Theyareveryworriedalreadyaboutwhathashappened。Shemademesoundtheminherpresence，andtheywerequitereadytoacceptmeasGreenmantle’ssuccessor。Buttheyhavetheirsuspicionsaboutwhathappenedatthevilla，andthey’venoloveforthewoman……They’dfollowmethroughhellifIbadethem，buttheywouldratheritwasmyownshow。’
　　’That’sallright，’Icried。’ItistheonethingI’vebeendoubtfulabout。Nowobservethismap。Erzerumisn’tinvestedbyalongchalk。TheRussiansarerounditinabroadhalf—moon。Thatmeansthatallthewest，south—west，andnorth—westisopenandundefendedbytrenchlines。Thereareflanksfarawaytothenorthandsouthinthehillswhichcanbeturned，andoncewegetroundaflankthere’snothingbetweenusandourfriends……I’vefiguredoutourroad，’
　　andItraceditonthemap。’Ifwecanmakethatbigcircuittothewestandgetoverthatpassunobservedwe’reboundtostrikeaRussiancolumnthenextday。It’llbearoughroad，butIfancywe’veallriddenasbadinourtime。Butonethingwemusthave，andthat’shorses。Canweandyoursixruffiansslipoffinthedarknessonthebestbeastsinthistownship？Ifyoucanmanagethat，we’lldothetrick。’
　　Sandysatdownandpondered。Thankheaven，hewasthinkingnowofactionandnotofhisownconscience。
　　’Itmustbedone，’hesaidatlast，’butitwon’tbeeasy。Hussin’sagreatfellow，butasyouknowwell，Dick，horsesrightupatthebattle—frontarenoteasytocomeby。TomorrowI’vegotsomekindofinfernalfasttoobserve，andthenextdaythatwomanwillbecoachingmeformypart。We’llhavetogiveHussintime……Iwishtoheavenitcouldbetonight。’Hewassilentagainforabit，andthenhesaid:’Ibelievethebesttimewouldbethethirdnight，theeveoftheRevelation。She’sboundtoleavemealonethatnight。’
　　’Right—o，’Isaid。’Itwon’tbemuchfunsittingwaitinginthiscoldsepulchre;butwemustkeepourheadsandrisknothingbybeinginahurry。Besides，ifPeterwinsthrough，theTurkwillbeabusymanbythedayaftertomorrow。’
　　ThekeyturnedinthedoorandHussinstoleinlikeashade。ItwasthesignalforSandytoleave。
　　’Youfellowshavegivenmeanewleaseoflife，’hesaid。’I’vegotaplannow，andIcansetmyteethandstickitout。’
　　HewentuptoPeterandgrippedhishand。’Goodluck。You’rethebravestmanI’veevermet，andI’veseenafew。’Thenheturnedabruptlyandwentout，followedbyanexhortationfromBlenkironto’Getbusyaboutthequadrupeds。’
　　ThenwesetaboutequippingPeterforhiscrusade。Itwasasimplejob，forwewerenotrichinproperties。Hisget—up，withhisthickfur—collaredgreatcoat，wasnotunliketheordinaryTurkishofficerseeninadimlight。ButPeterhadnointentionofpassingforaTurk，orindeedofgivinganybodythechanceofseeinghim，andhewasmoreconcernedtofitinwiththelandscape。Sohestrippedoffthegreatcoatandpulledagreysweaterofmineoverhisjacket，andputonhisheadawoollenhelmetofthesamecolour。Hehadnoneedofthemapforhehadlongsincegothisroutebyheart，andwhatwasoncefixedinthatmindstucklikewax;butImadehimtakeStumm’splanandpaper，hiddenbelowhisshirt。Thebigdifficulty，Isaw，wouldbegettingtotheRussianswithoutgettingshot，assuminghepassedtheTurkishtrenches。HecouldonlyhopethathewouldstrikesomeonewithasmatteringofEnglishorGerman。Twiceheascendedtotheroofandcamebackcheerful，fortherewaspromiseofwildweather。
　　Hussinbroughtinoursupper，andPetermadeupaparceloffood。
　　BlenkironandIhadbothsmallflasksofbrandyandIgavehimmine。
　　Thenheheldouthishandquitesimply，likeagoodchildwhoisgoingofftobed。ItwastoomuchforBlenkiron。Withlargetearsrollingdownhisfaceheannouncedthat，ifweallcamethrough，hewasgoingtofithimintothesoftestberththatmoneycouldbuy。I
　　don’tthinkhewasunderstood，foroldPeter’seyeshadnowthefarawayabsorptionofthehunterwhohasfoundgame。Hewasthinkingonlyofhisjob。
　　Twolegsandapairofveryshabbybootsvanishedthroughthetrap，andsuddenlyIfeltutterlylonelyanddesperatelysad。Thegunswerebeginningtoroaragainintheeast，andintheintervalscamethewhistleoftherisingstorm。
　　CHAPTERTWENTY
　　PeterPienaarGoestotheWarsThischapteristhetalethatPetertoldme—longafter，sittingbesideastoveinthehotelatBergen，wherewewerewaitingforourboat。
　　Heclimbedontheroofandshinneddownthebrokenbricksoftheouterwall。Theoutbuildingwewerelodgedinabuttedonaroad，andwasoutsidetheproper_enceinteofthehouse。AtordinarytimesIhavenodoubtthereweresentries，butSandyandHussinhadprobablymanagedtoclearthemoffthisendforalittle。Anyhowhesawnobodyashecrossedtheroadanddivedintothesnowyfields。
　　Heknewverywellthathemustdothejobinthetwelvehoursofdarknessaheadofhim。Theimmediatefrontofabattleisabittoopublicforanyonetoliehiddeninbyday，especiallywhentwoorthreefeetofsnowmakeeverythingkenspeckle。NowhurryinajobofthiskindwasabhorrenttoPeter’ssoul，for，likeallBoers，histasteswereforslownessandsureness，thoughhecouldhustlefastenoughwhenhastewasneeded。Ashepushedthroughthewinterfieldshereckonedupthethingsinhisfavour，andfoundtheonlyonethedirtyweather。Therewasahigh，gustywind，blowingscudsofsnowbutnevercomingtoanygreatfall。Thefrosthadgone，andthelyingsnowwasassoftasbutter。Thatwasalltothegood，hethought，foraclear，hardnightwouldhavebeenthedevil。
　　Thefirstbitwasthroughfarmlands，whichwereseamedwithlittlesnow—filledwater—furrows。Nowandthenwouldcomeahouseandapatchoffruittrees，buttherewasnobodyabroad。Theroadswerecrowdedenough，butPeterhadnouseforroads。Icanpicturehimswingingalongwithhisbentback，stoppingeverynowandthentosniffandlisten，alertfortheforeknowledgeofdanger。
　　Whenhechosehecouldcovercountrylikeanantelope。
　　Soonhestruckabigroadfulloftransport。ItwastheroadfromErzerumtothePalantukenpass，andhewaitedhischanceandcrossedit。Afterthatthegroundgrewroughwithbouldersandpatchesofthorn—trees，splendidcoverwherehecouldmovefastwithoutworrying。Thenhewaspulledupsuddenlyonthebankofariver。Themaphadwarnedhimofit，butnotthatitwouldbesobig。
　　Itwasatorrentswollenwithmeltingsnowandrainsinthehills，anditwasrunningfiftyyardswide。Peterthoughthecouldhaveswumit，buthewasveryaversetoadrenching。’Awetmanmakestoomuchnoise，’hesaid，andbesides，therewastheoff—chancethatthecurrentwouldbetoomuchforhim。Sohemovedupstreamtolookforabridge。
　　Intenminuteshefoundone，anew—madethingoftrestles，broadenoughtotaketransportwagons。Itwasguarded，forheheardthetrampofasentry，andashepulledhimselfupthebankheobservedacoupleoflongwoodenhuts，obviouslysomekindofbillets。
　　Thesewereonthenearsideofthestream，aboutadozenyardsfromthebridge。Adoorstoodopenandalightshowedinit，andfromwithincamethesoundofvoices……Peterhadasenseofhearinglikeawildanimal，andhecoulddetectevenfromtheconfusedgabblethatthevoiceswereGerman。
　　Ashelayandlistenedsomeonecameoverthebridge。Itwasanofficer，forthesentrysaluted。Themandisappearedinoneofthehuts。PeterhadstruckthebilletsandrepairingshopofasquadofGermansappers。
　　Hewasjustgoingruefullytoretracehisstepsandtrytofindagoodplacetoswimthestreamwhenitstruckhimthattheofficerwhohadpassedhimworeclothesverylikehisown。He，too，hadhadagreysweaterandaBalaclavahelmet，forevenaGermanofficerceasestobedressyonamid—winter’snightinAnatolia。TheideacametoPetertowalkboldlyacrossthebridgeandtrusttothesentrynotseeingthedifference。
　　Heslippedroundacornerofthehutandmarcheddowntheroad。Thesentrywasnowatthefarend，whichwaslucky，foriftheworstcametotheworsthecouldthrottlehim。Peter，mimickingthestiffGermanwalk，swungpasthim，hisheaddownasiftoprotecthimfromthewind。
　　Themansaluted。Hedidmore，forheofferedconversation。Theofficermusthavebeenagenialsoul。
　　’It’saroughnight，Captain，’hesaidinGerman。’Thewagonsarelate。PrayGod，Michaelhasn’tgotashellinhislot。They’vebegunputtingoversomebigones。’
　　PetergruntedgoodnightinGermanandstrodeon。Hewasjustleavingtheroadwhenheheardagreathalloobehindhim。
　　Therealofficermusthaveappearedonhisheels，andthesentry’sdoubtshadbeenstirred。Awhistlewasblown，and，lookingback，Petersawlanternswavinginthegale。Theywerecomingouttolookfortheduplicate。
　　Hestoodstillforasecond，andnoticedthelightsspreadingoutsouthoftheroad。Hewasjustabouttodiveoffitonthenorthsidewhenhewasawareofadifficulty。Onthatsideasteepbankfelltoaditch，andthebankbeyondboundedabigflood。Hecouldseethedullruffleofthewaterunderthewind。
　　Ontheroaditselfhewouldsoonbecaught;southofitthesearchwasbeginning;andtheditchitselfwasnoplacetohide，forhesawalanternmovingupit。Peterdroppedintoitallthesameandmadeaplan。Thesidebelowtheroadwasalittleundercutandverysteep。Heresolvedtoplasterhimselfagainstit，forhewouldbehiddenfromtheroad，andasearcherintheditchwouldnotbelikelytoexploretheunbrokensides。ItwasalwaysamaximofPeter’sthatthebesthiding—placewastheworst，theleastobvioustothemindsofthosewhowerelookingforyou。
　　Hewaiteduntilthelightsbothintheroadandtheditchcamenearer，andthenhegrippedtheedgewithhislefthand，wheresomestonesgavehimpurchase，dugthetoesofhisbootsintothewetsoilandstucklikealimpet。Itneededsomestrengthtokeepthepositionforlong，butthemusclesofhisarmsandlegswerelikewhipcord。
　　Thesearcherintheditchsoongottired，fortheplacewasverywet，andjoinedhiscomradesontheroad。Theycamealong，running，flashingthelanternsintothetrench，andexploringalltheimmediatecountryside。
　　Thenroseanoiseofwheelsandhorsesfromtheoppositedirection。
　　Michaelandthedelayedwagonswereapproaching。Theydashedupatagreatpace，drivenwildly，andforonehorridsecondPeterthoughttheyweregoingtospillintotheditchattheveryspotwherehewasconcealed。Thewheelspassedsoclosetotheedgethattheyalmostgrazedhisfingers。Somebodyshoutedanorderandtheypulledupayardortwonearerthebridge。Theotherscameupandtherewasaconsultation。
　　Michaelsworehehadpassednooneontheroad。
　　’ThatfoolHannushasseenaghost，’saidtheofficertestily。’It’stoocoldforthischild’splay。’
　　Hannus，almostintears，repeatedhistale。’ThemanspoketomeingoodGerman，’hecried。
　　’Ghostornoghostheissafeenoughuptheroad，’saidtheofficer。’KindGod，thatwasabigone！’Hestoppedandstaredatashell—burst，forthebombardmentfromtheeastwasgrowingfiercer。
　　Theystooddiscussingthefireforaminuteandpresentlymovedoff。Petergavethemtwominutes’lawandthenclamberedbacktothehighwayandsetoffalongitatarun。Thenoiseoftheshellingandthewind，togetherwiththethickdarkness，madeitsafetohurry。
　　Helefttheroadatthefirstchanceandtooktothebrokencountry。ThegroundwasnowrisingtowardsaspurofthePalantuken，onthefarslopeofwhichweretheTurkishtrenches。Thenighthadbegunbybeingprettynearlyasblackaspitch;eventhesmokefromtheshellexplosions，whichisoftenvisibleindarkness，couldnotbeseen。Butasthewindblewthesnow—cloudsathwarttheskypatchesofstarscameout。Peterhadacompass，buthedidn’tneedtouseit，forhehadakindof’feel’forlandscape，aspecialsensewhichisborninsavagesandcanonlybeacquiredafterlongexperiencebythewhiteman。Ibelievehecouldsmellwherethenorthlay。Hehadsettledroughlywhichpartofthelinehewouldtry，merelybecauseofitsnearnesstotheenemy。Buthemightseereasontovarythis，andashemovedhebegantothinkthatthesafestplacewaswheretheshellingwashottest。Hedidn’tlikethenotion，butitsoundedsense。
　　Suddenlyhebegantopuzzleoverqueerthingsintheground，and，ashehadneverseenbiggunsbefore，ittookhimamomenttofixthem。PresentlyonewentoffathiselbowwitharoarliketheLastDay。ThesewereAustrianhowitzers—nothingovereight—inch，Ifancy，buttoPetertheylookedlikeleviathans。Here，too，hesawforthefirsttimeabigandquiterecentshell—hole，fortheRussiangunsweresearchingouttheposition。Hewassointerestedinitallthathepokedhisnosewhereheshouldn’thavebeen，anddroppedplumpintothepitbehindagun—emplacement。
　　Gunnersalltheworldoverarethesame—shypeople，whohidethemselvesinholesandhibernateandmortallydislikebeingdetected。
　　Agruffvoicecried’_Wer_da？’andaheavyhandseizedhisneck。
　　Peterwasreadywithhisstory。HebelongedtoMichael’swagon—teamandhadbeenleftbehind。Hewantedtobetoldthewaytothesappers’camp。Hewasveryapologetic，nottosayobsequious。
　　’ItisoneofthosePrussianswinefromtheMartabridge，’saidagunner。’Landhimakicktoteachhimsense。Beartoyourright，manikin，andyouwillfindaroad。Andhaveacarewhenyougetthere，fortheRusskoesareregisteringonit。’
　　Peterthankedthemandboreofftotheright。Afterthathekeptawaryeyeonthehowitzers，andwasthankfulwhenhegotoutoftheirareaontotheslopesupthehill。Herewasthetypeofcountrythatwasfamiliartohim，andhedefiedanyTurkorBochetospothimamongthescrubandboulders。Hewasgettingonverywell，whenoncemore，closetohisear，cameasoundlikethecrackofdoom。
　　Itwasthefield—gunsnow，andthesoundofafield—guncloseathandisbadforthenervesifyouaren’texpectingit。Peterthoughthehadbeenhit，andlayflatforalittletoconsider。Thenhefoundtherightexplanation，andcrawledforwardverywarily。
　　PresentlyhesawhisfirstRussianshell。Itdroppedhalfadozenyardstohisright，makingagreatholeinthesnowandsendingupamassofmixedearth，snow，andbrokenstones。Peterspatoutthedirtandfeltverysolemn。Youmustrememberthatneverinhislifehadheseenbigshelling，andwasnowbeinglandedinthethickofafirst—classshowwithoutanypreparation。Hesaidhefeltcoldinhisstomach，andverywishfultorunaway，iftherehadbeenanywheretorunto。Buthekeptontothecrestoftheridge，overwhichabigglowwasbroadeninglikesunrise。Hetrippedonceoverawire，whichhetookforsomekindofsnare，andafterthatwentverywarily。Byandbyhegothisfacebetweentwobouldersandlookedoverintothetruebattle—field。
　　HetoldmeitwasexactlywhatthepredikantusedtosaythatHellwouldbelike。AboutfiftyyardsdowntheslopelaytheTurkishtrenches—theyweredarkagainstthesnow，andnowandthenablackfigurelikeadevilshowedforaninstantanddisappeared。