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Identifier: stnicholasserial4311dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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with the feeling that a naked
bayonet was within an inch of
their backs.
From this soldier they were
passed on to another, and then
to others, ever nearing the
circle of light and the cluster-
ing tents. They pushed the
cycle between them.
At the entrance to the larg-
est tent stood two guards.
Silently they led the lads in-
side, motioning them to leave
the motor-cycle in the hands of a soldier. Here
the lights were so dazzling to their tired eyes
that Jack and Cyrus could not see, at first,
who was in the tent. A dignified man in the
uniform of a French general was seated by
a table, studying a map. Other officers weren
ear him. They all looked keenly at the young
Americans, and their gaze was none too kindly.
Spies were the torment of the French army.
Everybody seemed to have gone crazy over
spies. They were found everywhere. And
now here were two more suspicious characters—
Germans, no doubt. Suspicious characters they
looked, indeed. Cyrus had a long scratch on his
face from a vicious briar; he wore no hat; and
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" THEY WALKED WITH THE FEELING THAT A NAKED BAYONET
WAS WITHIN AN INCH OF THEIR BACKS."

his hair, grown scraggy, was disordered. Jack's
clothes, none too good at the beginning, were
torn in several places and were thick with mud.
One eye was half closed with a swollen lid,
caused by something—an insects bite, perhaps.
His New York friends would have disowned this
disreputable fellow entirely. He looked to be a
low-down rascal, fit for any deed.

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" Do you speak French ?" asked the general,
sternly. Cyrus was fascinated by the way he sharpened
a pencil as he spoke. To his dying day, he would
never forget that one little side-incident.
" I do," said Jack.
" What's your name, and where do you come
from?"
I am Jack Henderson, from New York."
The general examined him sharply. There
was the glimmer of a smile on his firm lips.
" Have n't seen New York lately, have you?"
" Came over just before the war and got
caught here."
" Plenty of chance to get home if you'd wanted
to," was the quick reply.
" Did n't want to". Jack spoke before

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