On a road in the fields, a man, a woman, and a dog—even at this altitude it was impossible not to know them, the three characteristic specimens of a bygone age, more fanciful than Nature herself!
I pointed my finger toward the ground so that Major Armengaud might see them also. He looked and likewise began to laugh——
I swear, it was drôle: like three big flies jigging on the bald head of an old man!——
THE MAN WHO KNOWS THE SECTOR BETTER
THAN ANYONE, AINES.
December 1, 1916.
I am not sure of the road. It is night and as we are close to the lines I stop the machine——
I see a poilu and beckon him over.
"Do you know this territory well?"
"I know this sector better than anyone——"
"How is that?"