Here they were still
in the midst of the enemy, but the tents were more scattered. Suddenly
they slackened their speed.
A German sentry was approaching them.
Perceiving the two shadowy forms, the sentry brought his rifle to his
shoulder, and cried:
"Halt!"
The lads obeyed, and the sentry came close to them. Perceiving that the
figures he had accosted were attired in women's clothing, he dropped his
rifle and demanded:
"What are you doing here?"
"We have been selling apples to the soldiers," replied Hal in French in a
shrill voice.
The soldier understood French and replied:
"Where are your baskets?"
Hal replied as he had been instructed by the little war correspondent.
"Well," said the sentry, apparently satisfied, "you have no business
around here at this hour of the night. Go quickly."
The lads needed no further urging, and, bearing off a trifle to the
north, continued their journey.
Their shoulders stooped and their shawls thrown over their heads so they
could barely see, they went on with slowly shambling steps.
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