The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1914-11-05

i up. Terrible ENHANCEMENT! Their
was no longer any slope, for tn
corpses had leveled the road with tn
plain and reached the brim like
we'll filled bushel of barley. A heal
of dead bodies in the upper part,
river of blood in the lower part-sucl
was that road on the evening of jun
10, 1915. The blood ran even to thu
Nivelles highway, and there overflow
ing in a large pool in front of thu
abattis of trees which barred the way
at a spot which is still pointed out.
The nocturnal prowler which We
have just shown to the reader was 60
ing in that direction. He was search
ing that vast tomb. He gazed about
He passed the dead in some sort Of
hideous review. He walked with his
feet in the blood.
All at once he paused.
A few PAGES in front of him, in the
hollow road, at the point where the
pile of dead came to an end, an open
hand, illumined by the moon, pro-
jected from beneath that heap of men
That hand had on its finger some
thing sparkling, which was ring OF
gold.
The man bent over, remained in the
crouching position for moment, and
when he arose there was no longer
ring on the hand.
He did not precisely arise. He re-
manned in STOPPING and frightened
attitude, with his back turned to the
heap of the dead, scanning the hori-
zon on his knees, and his head peering
above the edge of the hollow road.
The jackal's four paws suit some ac-
lions.
Then, coming to decision, he rose
to his feet.
At that moment he gave terrible
start. He felt someone clutch him
from behind.
He wheeled round; it was the open
hand, which had closed, and seized
the skirt of his coat.
An honest man would have been
terrified; this man burst into laugh.
Come" said he, cts only dead
body. 1 prefer spook to a gen.
darme."
But the hand weakened and released
him. Effort is quickly exhausted in
the grave.
"WelI, now" said the prowler, lis
that dead fellow alive? Let's. see? 2"
He bent down again, fumbled
among the heap, pushed aside every
thing that was in his way, seized
the hand, grasped the arm, freed the
head, pulled out the body, and few
moments later he was dragging the
lifeless, or at least the unconscious
man through the shadows of the hol
low road He was a cuirassier, an Of
ficer, and even an officer of consider
able rank; a large epaulette, peeped
from beneath the cuirass; this officer
no longer possessed a helmet. A curl
Gus sword cut had SCARED his face;
where nothing was discernible but
blood.
However, he did not appear to have
any broken limbs, and, by some hap
DIV chance, if that word is permissible
here, the dead had been vaulted
above him in such a manner as to
preserve him from being crushed. His
ewes were still closed. On his cuirass
he wore the silver cross of the Legion
of Honor.
The prowler tore off the cross,
which disappeared into one of the
CULTS which he had beneath his coat.
Then he felt of the officers fob, dis
covered a watch there and took pos
session of it. Next he searched his
waistcoat, found purse and pocketed
it. When he had arrived at this stage
of succor which he was administering
to this dying man the officer opened
his eyes.
Thanks" he said feebly
The abruptness of the movements
of the man who was manipulating MN
the freshness of the night, the air
L j
which he could inhale freely, had
aroused him from his lethargy.
The prowler made no reply. he
raised his head. A sound of footsteps
was audible on the plain. Some pa
troll was probably approaching.
The officer murmured, for the death
agony was still in his voice:
"Who won the battle 2"