Some ten minutes passed. It seemed longer to the truants in the ravine.
Then, as if satisfied that the noise was without menace, the sentry resumed his pace, and the boys flitted on as if shod with velvet.
The path took an upward turn, and Reddy nudged his companions to a halt.
“We’re there,” he whispered.
CHAPTER XVIII.
AT THE MOUTH OF THE TUNNEL.
“We’re on some good old fighting ground,” remarked Henri, who was well versed in history relating to the country around Château Trouville. “The Roman legions held forth here centuries ago.”
“They would not have ‘held forth’ any great while under that German fire the other day.”
Billy was not far wrong on that proposition.
The boys were doing this talking while Reddy was lighting the lanterns. These lanterns were bull’s-eyes, and could be turned dark in an instant.