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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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h spies on every hand,
and he was indignant that the other man calling
himself Cyrus Hale had been allowed to go so
easily. Dealing with spies was brutal work, and
these lads—he had a son twenty years old fight-
ing somewhere up yonder in northern France.
" I wish I knew whether the boy's story is
true," he thought, tracing a line with his pencil.
" Yet if he has no proof, things must take their

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course in the morning. We can lose no time,
and we are surrounded by dangers. Poor lads !
poor lads!"
Cyrus and Jack were very silent when they
were left alone in the tent on the borders of the
camp. Soldiers were all about them. They had
been searched, but nothing had been found of
any consequence. The cycle had been brought
into the tent, together with their bags, and in
their presence an officer had taken everythin
gout of the latter. With a sinking heart Cyrus
saw them carry away the films to be developed.
He remembered that he had photographed an
aeroplane and the French cavalry. His doom
was sealed, that was sure, for how could he
prove that he was Cyrus Hale ? He had'nt even
a letter—a paper with his name on !
The empty camera had been left on a chair,
doubtless forgotten. Jack thrust the few clothes
and toilet articles into the bag. They did not
speak together except for an occasional whisper.
Once Jack said: " Never mind, old chap. We
're together!" And Cyrus squeezed the hand
his friend held out. Side by side they lay down
on the ground. Outside, the soldiers were talk-
ing. Jack went to sleep at once, for he was
thoroughly exhausted, and tired Nature asserted
herself in spite of danger and fear.
Cyrus could not sleep. He wondered that he
was not more frightened. Did men always feel
so calm when death faced them? If he had no
proof to give the general in the morning, at
eight o'clock he and Jack, his faithful friend,
would be shot as spies.
There was something hot on his face when he
thought of his mother. She would grieve.
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'THERE'S NO TIME TO FOOL WITH YOU!
HE SAID ANGRILY.' Note About Images