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FACING PAGE "'Not that,' he whispered hoarsely, 'for God's sake--not that.'" 80
"Her lips ... were whispering words that she hoped could follow him into the distance." 128
"The truth, and he becomes an honorable prisoner of war. Silence, and he is shot tomorrow. Speak." 218
THE YELLOW DOVE
PRELUDE
Rifts of sullen gray in the dirty veil of vapor beyond the reaches of dunes, where the sea in long lines of white, like the ghostly hosts of lost regiments, clamored along the sand....
A soughing wind, a shrieking of sea-birds, audible in pauses between the faraway crackle of rifle-fire and the deep reverberations of artillery--familiar music to ears trained by long listening. A shrill scream of flying shrapnel, a distant crash and then a tense hush....
Silence--nearly, but not quite. A sound so small as to be almost lost in the echoes of the clamor, an impact upon the air like the tapping of the wings of an insect against one's ear-drum, a persistent staccato note which no other noise could still, borne with curious distinctness upon some a?rial current of the fog bank.
And yet this tiny sound had a strange effect upon the desolate scene, for in a moment, as if they had been sown with dragon's teeth, the sand dunes suddenly vomited forth armed men who ran hither and thither, their hands to their ears, peering aloft as though trying to pierce the mystery of the skies.
The sounds were now clearly audible and to the south a series of rapid detonations shivered the air.
A hoarse order rang out from the trenches behind them--and the men ran for cover. The fog lifted a little and a shaft of light touched the leaden gray of the sea like the sheen on a dirty gun-barrel. The nearer high-angle guns were speaking now--fruitlessly, for the sounds seemed to come from directly overhead. The fog lifted again and a shaft of pale sunlight shot across the line of entrenchments.
The expletive in a final tone of disgust for the fog had fallen again, completely obliterating the air-craft and its pursuers.
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