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Henri in a chair perhaps； and cutting dressings … since that might be done
with one hand … and Sara Lee； sleeves rolled up and a great bowl of
vegetables before her：
〃And when you got through the water； Henri？〃 she would ask： 〃What
then？〃
It was quite simple。 They had put up some additional wire； however …〃
〃Where？〃
〃There was a break；〃 he would explain。 〃I have told you … between
their trenches。 I had used it before to get through。〃
〃But how could you go through？〃
〃Like a snake；〃 he would say； smiling。 〃Very flat and wriggling。 I have
eaten of the dirt； mademoiselle。〃
Then he would stop and cut； very awkwardly； with his left hand。
〃Go on；〃 she would prompt him。 〃But they had put barbed wire there。
Is that it？ So you could not get through？〃
〃With tin cans on it； and stones in the cans。 I thought I had removed
them all； but there was one left。 So they heard me。〃
More cutting and a muttered French expletive。 Henri was not a
particularly patient cripple。 And apparently there was an end to the story。
〃For goodness' sake；〃 Sara Lee would exclaim despairingly； 〃so they
heard you！ That isn't all； is it？〃
〃It was almost all；〃 he would say with his boyish smile。
〃And they shot at you？〃 〃Even better。 They shot me。 That was this
one。〃 And he would point to his arm。
More silence； more cutting； a gathering exasperation on Sara Lee's
part。
〃Are you going on or not？〃
〃Then I pretended to be one of them； mademoiselle。 I speak German as
French。 I pretended not to be hurt； but to be on a reconnoissance。 And I got
into the trench and we had a talk in the darkness。 It was most interesting。
Only if they had shown a light they would have seen that I was wounded。〃
By bits； not that day； but after many days； she got the story。 In the next
trench he slipped a sling over the wounded arm and； as a Bavarian on his
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way to the dressing station； got back。
〃I had some trouble；〃 he confessed one day。 〃Now and then one would
offer to go back with me。 And I did not care for assistance！〃
But sometime later there was trouble。 She was four days getting to that
part of it。 He had got behind the lines by that time； and he knew that in
some way suspicion had been roused。 He was weak by that time； and
could not go far。 He had lain hidden； for a day and part of a night； without
water； in a destroyed barn； and then had escaped。
He got into the Belgian costume as before； but he could not wear a
sling for his wounded arm。 He got the peasant to thrust his helpless right
hand into his pocket； and for two days he made a close inspection of what
was going on。 But fever had developed； and on the third night； half
delirious； when he was spoken to by an officer he had replied； of all
tongues； in English。
The officer shot him instantly in the chest。 He fell and lay still and the
officer bent over him。 In that moment Henri stabbed him with a knife in
his left hand。 Men were coming from every direction； but he got away … he
did not clearly remember how。 And at dawn he fell into the Belgian
farmhouse； apparently dying。
Jean's story； on the other hand； was given early and with no hesitation。
He had crossed the border at Holland in civilian clothes； by the simple
expedient of bribing a sentry。 He had got； with little difficulty； to the
farmhouse； and found Henri； now recovering but very weak； he was lying
hidden in a garret； and he was suffering from hunger and lack of medical
attention。 In a wagon full of market stuff； Henri hidden in the bed of it；
they had got to the border again。 And there Jean had； it seemed； stabbed
the sentry he had bribed before and driven on to neutral soil。
Not an unusual story； that of Henri and Jean。 The journey across
Belgium in the springless farm wagon was the worst。 They had had to take
roundabout lanes； avoiding the main highways。 Fortunately； always at
night there were friendly houses； kind hands to lift Henri into warm fire…
lighted interiors。 Many messages they had brought back； some of cheer；
but too often of tragedy； from the small farmsteads of Belgium。
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Then finally had been Holland； and the chartering of a boat … and at
last … 〃Here we are； and here we are； and here we are again；〃 sang Henri；
chopping at his cotton and making a great show of cheerfulness before
Sara Lee。
But with Jean sometimes he showed the black depression beneath。 He
would never be a man again。 He was done for。 He gained strength so
slowly that he believed he was not gaining at all。 He was not happy； and
the unhappy mend slowly。
After the time he had asked Jean to take away Harvey's photograph he
did not recur to the subject； but he did not need to。 Jean knew； perhaps
even better than Henri himself； that the boy was recklessly； hopelessly； not
quite rationally in love with the American girl。
Also Henri was fretting about his work。 Sometimes at night； following
Henri's instructions； Jean wandered quietly along roads and paths that
paralleled the Front。 At such times his eyes were turned； not toward the
trenches； but toward that flat country which lay behind； still dotted at that
time with groves of trees； with canals overhung with pollard willows； and
with here and there a farmhouse that at night took on in the starlight the
appearance of being whole again。
Singularly white and peaceful were those small steadings of Belgium
in the night hours … until cruel dawn showed them for what they were …
skeletons of dead homes； clothed only at night with wraithlike roofs and
chimneys； ghosts of houses； appearing between midnight and cock crow。
Jean had not Henri's eyes nor his recklessness nor his speed； for that
matter。 Now and then he saw the small appearing and disappearing lights
on some smaIl rise。 He would reach the spot； with such shelter as possible；
to find only a sugar…beet field； neglected and unplowed。
Then； one night； tragedy came to the little house of mercy。
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CHAPTER XX
HARVEY proceeded to put his plan into effect at once； with the
simple method of an essentially simple nature。 The t