This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1894. Excerpt: ... XXXIX. PETIT-PIERKE MAKES THE BEST MEAL HE EVEE MADE IN HIS LIFE. Petit-pierre, left alone, leaned against a tree, and there, silent, motionless, with fixed eyes and straining ears, he waited, striving to catch every sound as it passed him. For five minutes he heard nothing except a sort of hum which came from the direction of the lights. Suddenly the neighing of a horse echoed through the forest. Petit-Pierre trembled. Almost at the same moment a light sound came from the bushes, and a shadow rose before him; it was Bonneville. Bonneville, who did not see Petit-Pierre leaning against the trunk of a tree, called him twice gently. Petit-Pierre bounded toward him. "Quick quick " said Bonneville, dragging Petit-Pierre away. "What is it?" "Not an instant to lose Come come " Then, as he ran, he said: —"A camp of soldiers. If there were men only I might have warmed myself at their fire without their seeing or hearing me; but a horse smelt me out and neighed." "I heard it." "Then you understand; not a word. We must take to our legs, that's all." As he spoke they were running along a wood-road, which fortunately came in their way. After a time Bonneville drew Petit-Pierre into the bushes. "Get your breath," he said. While Petit-Pierre rested, Bonneville tried to make out where they were. "Are we lost?" asked Petit-Pierre, uneasily. "Oh, no danger of that " said Bonneville. "I 'm only looking for a way to avoid that horrid marsh." "If it leads us straight to our object we had better take it," said Petit-Pierre. "We must," replied Bonneville; "I don't see any other way." "Forward, then " cried Petit-Pierre; "only, you must guide me." Bonneville made no answer; but in proof of urgency, he started at once, and instead of following the "line" path on which they wer...
