"I thought at first to kill both of them. But I simply turned away from the door—and—I came back to rejoin my comrades——"
THE THREE JURORS' CROSSROADS, CALONNE TRENCH.
January, 1916.
LeBlond is going to meet me to-night at the "Three Jurors' Crossroads!"
Here there is an important storehouse belonging to the Engineers, where materials are kept, destined to supply the sector. There is, above all, a hut where I go to seek shelter. Since morning an icy rain has been falling and I'm glad to be able to find a dry spot.
I go into the meager room, feebly lighted by a smoking lamp. What luck! The warmth is soothing and I can dry myself——
On the table is a set of chessmen!
"Who plays chess here?"
"I do," replied the head of the dépôt, a young sub-lieutenant.
"A game?"
