“We’re ready now, sir,” he said. “Perhaps her ladyship will march with you behind the centre file?”
“Do you head the column?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then, for a little way, we’ll accompany you. There were three in our party, corporal. One, a Belgian named Jan Maertz, risked death to get away and bring help. I’m afraid he has been captured on the Oosterzeele road by two hussars detailed for the job. So, you see, I must try and save him.”
CHAPTER XIV
THE MARNE—AND AFTER
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That’s awkward, sir,” said the corporal, as the detachment moved off into the night, leaving the motor-car’s acetylene lamps still blazing merrily.