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Gibbs, Philip, 1877-1962

"Now It Can Be Told"


He felt uneasy. Something in the silence of the village scared him. He
went out into the roadway and walked toward Sir John French's
quarters. There was no challenge from a sentry. The British
Expeditionary Force seemed to be sleeping. They needed sleep--poor
beggars!--but the Germans did not let them take much.
Colonel Childs went into the Commander-in-Chief's chateau and found a
soldier in the front hall, licking out a jam-pot.
"Where's the Commander-in-Chief?" asked the officer.
"Gone hours ago, sir," said the soldier. "I was left behind for lack
of transport. From what I hear the Germans ought to be here by now. I
rather fancy I heard some shots pretty close awhile ago."
Colonel Childs walked back to his own quarters quickly. He made no
apology for interrupting the work of the adjutant-general.
"General, the whole box of tricks has gone. We've been left behind.
Forgotten!"
"The dirty dogs!" said General Macready.
There was not much time for packing up, and only one motor-car, and
only one rifle.


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