Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1917-11-30
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The a t of a Spy.

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w ly as we could and got out
without a scratch, which Is
more important than anything else.
We went back along the road until we
came to the turning which leads to the
village of Boesinghe. This village is
on the bank of the canal, but 1t is a
mighty unhealthy place to visit, as it
is In full view Of part of the German
lines. Our plan was to go as close to
the village as we dared and then leave
the car and try to get through on foot.
It was almost as dangerous as it would
be to go through Ypres, but we figured
that here we would at least have a
fighting chance.
We left the car under some trees
about half a mile from the village and
set out on foot. We hadn't been going
ten minutes when a sentry stopped us
again and informed us that the road
was closed and we would have to go
back. The officer explained things to
him and told him that it was absO-
lutely imperative that we get through
and that this was the only way 1t
could be done. The sentry said that
he was very sorry, but he had strict
orders from the assistant provost mar
shall and he dared not let us pass.
There was nothing left for us to do
but to turn-back.
We went straight to headquarters,
and the officer explained that it was
impossible for us to get through. He
ordered me to report to him the next
morning and we would try again. The
next day they were bombarding just
as heavily, and the city was still burn
ing, so all / had to do was to stand by
and hold myself in readiness all day
long.
We saw a very exciting incident that
day. There was a big ammunition col
sumn near our headquarters, and it was
waiting there, all ready loaded, until
sent for. 1t had been there several
weeks then, and the chaps who belong
ed to it were having the softest time
they ever had in their lives.
About 2 o'clock in the afternoon l
was standing on a corner near this
column when I saw one of the police
go up and speak to a chap who was
walking around it with a notebook in
his hand. They talked for a few mo-
ments, and then a policeman sauntered
down to where | vas standing and
came up and spoke to me.
go down to the guard ROOM" he said,
land have the corporal fall in two men
and bring them up here as quick as
God will let him. That fellow there by
the column is getting all kinds of infor-
nation and putting it in his book. Now,
hurry, but take your time until you get
out of sight of this place. I'll look
after him until the guard comes"
l was naturally all excited, but did
as he said, and it wasn't many minutes
before we were on our way back at the
double. Our mar was still there, but
the minute he saw us he got started.
Our policeman pulled his revolver and
fired after him. He didn't stop for a
second, but he pulled a couple of guns
himself and every few seconds would
send a shot back at us as he ran.
Fellows were joining in the chase all
the time, and 1t was getting interest
ing. The end came very suddenly when
two of our chaps with rifles appeared
In the road ahead of the fugitive and
ordered him to halt. He fired on them
for an answer, so they raised their RI
fies and brought him down.
Examination showed that he was a
German. He had on German service
dress under the British uniform he was
wearing. The little book u police
man referred to certainly was a gold