remained quietly in the shadow of a tree waiting for an
opportunity to escape, but before it came he heard the approach of a
small body of troops. They were coming from the village directly
toward the orchard. They passed the sentry and marched within a
dozen feet of the tree behind which Barney was hiding.
As they came opposite him he slipped around the tree to the opposite
side. The sentry had resumed his pacing, and was now out of sight
momentarily among the trees further on. He could not see the
American, but there were others who could. They came in the shape of
a non-commissioned officer and a detachment of the guard to relieve
the sentry. Barney almost bumped into them as he rounded the tree.
There was no escape--the non-commissioned officer was within two
feet of him when Barney discovered him. "What are you doing here?"
shouted the sergeant with an oath. "Your post is there," and he
pointed toward the position where Barney had seen the sentry.
At first Barney could scarce believe his ears. In the darkness the
sergeant had mistaken him for the sentinel! Could he carry it out?
And if so might it not lead him into worse predicament? No, Barney
decided, nothing could be worse. To be caught masquerading in the
uniform of an Austrian soldier within the Austrian lines was to
plumb the uttermost depth of guilt--nothing that he might do now
could make his position worse.
He faced the sergeant, snapping his piece to present, hoping that
this was the proper thing to do. Then he stumbled through a brief
excuse. The officer in command of the troops that had just passed
had demanded the way of him, and he had but stepped a few paces from
his post to point out the road to his superior.
The sergeant grunted and ordered him to fall in. Another man took
his place on duty. They were far from the enemy and discipline was
lax, so the thing was accomplished which under other circumstances
would have been well nigh impossible. A moment later Barney found
himself marching back toward the village, to all intents and
purposes an Austrian private.
Before a low, windowless shed that had been converted into barracks
for the guard, the detail was dismissed. The men broke ranks and
sought their blankets within the shed, tired from their lonely vigil
upon sentry duty.
Barney loitered until the last. All the others had entered. He
dared not, for he knew that any moment the sentry upon the post from
which he had been taken would
"The Oskaloosa Kid.Page 14
There was, first, the mysterious disappearance of Abigail Prim, the only daughter of Oakdale's wealthiest citizen; there was the equally mysterious robbery of the Prim home.Page 17
The Sky Pilot, ignoring the screaming Charlie, thought only of the loot which had vanished with the Oskaloosa Kid.Page 19
as, swinging heel and toe, 'We tramped the road to Anywhere, the magic road to Anywhere, 'The tragic road to Anywhere, such dear, dim years ago.Page 24
Beside the foot of the stairway was another door leading to the cellar steps.Page 28
"That is the bed the Squibbs were murdered in--the old man and his wife.Page 36
The girl, the boy, and Bridge waited as patiently as they could for the coming of the dawn, talking of the events of the night and planning against the future.Page 38
" The youth only strained his hold tighter about the man's legs.Page 41
At one side tottered the remains of a series of wooden racks upon.Page 50
Even these papers seem thinner than of yore and they will only sell one book to a customer at that.Page 51
"Lived here nigh onto forty year, man an' boy, an' never seen such work before in all my life.Page 52
Fifty dollars!! Willie gasped.Page 54
The man turned a quizzical glance at each of them and smiled, though a bit ruefully.Page 60
The boy and the girl, tense with excitement, peered past the man into a clearing in which stood a log shack, mud plastered; but it was not the hovel which held their mute attention--it was rather the figure of a girl, bare headed and bare footed, who toiled stubbornly with an old spade at a long, narrow excavation.Page 63
Notice his ears, his chin, his forehead, or rather the places where his chin and forehead should be, and then look once more at me.Page 74
"We heard it all last night and a good part of to-day.Page 77
When they turned toward the old mill he followed them, listening close to the rotting clapboards for any chance remark which might indicate their future plans.Page 82
A bench ran along two sides of the room.Page 83
" "Why?" asked Bridge.Page 92
Suddenly the little head turned in his direction.