“Time to get on a bit farther first, sir. But do you really think that dodge would do?”
“I think enough of it to make me say that we’ll try it, Gedge; and, if it succeeds, I tell you what, hard as it may be, we’ll try the snow.”
“That’s the place to hide in, sir, when we creep away.”
“Of course. Capital!”
“Might roll ourselves over in it, and it would stick to our coats, and they’d never find us. But I don’t know about going on that way, sir.”
“We must; I see no other.”
“But what about footmarks afterwards, sir? It’s like putting down a lot o’ holes to show ’em the way we’ve gone.”
“Holes that the sun would soon till in, or fresh snow fall to hide. But we need not study that. The enemy would go on and never think of coming back to make a fresh start. Even if they did, they would never find the place again that they went to in the dark.”
“Not by the ’elmets, sir?”
“No; they’d make sure of them—carry them off as trophies. But I see a terrible difficulty.”