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oer A Complete Novele {fe Atthor of “A Morning Call,” “A Tragedy of Errors,” etc. OT very farnorth of Paris the Aisne River joins with the Oise. The Oise itself has several branches and between the two rivers is the forest of Compiégne. A force retreating on Paris begins to feel the wall at its back here, and the tired British, hunted and harried down from Mons, were beginning to turn at bay. By brigade, division and corps, wherever the ground gave any indication of being favorable for defense, they halted and made preparations for meeting the gray inunda-_ tion from the north. Montdidier must be delivered up to the invader, but that would be the last city, if there was a man left to defend the next. At the entrance to the Forest of Com- piégne, north of La Croix St. Ouen, a man was in a tree, looking for signs of the enemy. He looked all around the horizon, eastward across the forest, and south and west where the dust clouds rising in the Summer heat showed the location of the retreating Brit- ish, north where the Oise glittered in the sun, and finally east again, but this time he looked anxiously at another man who oc- cupied a similar tree at a little distance. “T wish,” said the first man to himself, “that I was out of this tree. If some im- polite uhlan came along and fixed his lance “The , Fresh Yank," copyrighi, 1924, by Leonard H. Nason. LEONARD H: NASON just right, I’d be in an embarrassing situa- tion. Oh my back! - Look at that man!” The other man was descending from his tree with all possible haste. The first man looked down at the road through the forest, and espied moving figures thereon, that approached at what appeared to be a gallop. He threw a despairing glance toward a clump of trees from which a horse’s tail protruded now and then like a handkerchief waved from a window, then he began to go earthward himself. When he reached the ground he grabbed up his spurs from the foot of the tree, put them on hastily and began to run toward the clump of trees where the horses were, going very gingerly, for his drop from the lowest limb had stung the soles of his feet. “°’Old ’ard, Yank,” cried some one. “‘What’s the ’eadlong speed for? What did you come down for?”’ Before the Yank could reply, the other man arrived. ‘“‘There’s men a-comin’ down the road,” he cried, “‘an’ they’re fair raisin’ the gravel!”’ “To ’orse!” said the third man, and to horse the three went. The horses were in a clump of trees, four of them held by one man. At the approach of the three runners, the horses displayed nervousness and began to back away, to rear and roll the whites of their eyes. Copyright, 1924, by The Ridgway Company in the United Statics and Great Britain. All rights reserved. 1 Go NOOK C@