"I'll get that man if I die for it," said the soldier. "He's found the one position in the lines from which he can fire into our trenches2."
"It's easier said than done," remarked his comrade, "and the minute you cross that spot you come within his range. He'll put a bullet through you before you can level a rifle or press a trigger."
"I'll not go that way," said the man.
"What is your plan?"
"You know that salient yonder on the right? I'm going out of the trench1 there."
"When?"
"Now. I'll wrap myself in white. That little run of coppice will cover me until I get within a few feet of him, then I'll have to chance it."
"Wish I could help you, old man. I'd like to get that man. He's shot six of the best fellows in the company and—"
"You can help me by making a diversion to attract his attention. Keep him looking at that alley3."
A few moments later the soldier shrouded4 in white crept out of the trench and noiselessly rolled down the slope to the bushes. The snow was deep on the ground. There was no touch of color about the soldier. He even thrust his rifle under the linen5 in which he had wrapped himself. Outside the shelter of the trenches the wind blew with terrific force. It was terribly cold. He had discarded his overcoat for freedom of motion. Only his indomitable resolution kept him alive. He locked his jaws6 together to keep his teeth from chattering7. The ice-covered snow under his bare hands almost blistered8 the flesh as he crept along.
He intended to use the bayonet. If he shot the man he was stalking alarm would be given and he would be riddled9 with bullets before he got back. He was willing to give a life for a life if it were necessary, but he was reluctant to do so if it could be avoided. Cold steel would be better. Cold steel! He smiled grimly. It would need some hot blood to take the chill off the bayonet at the end of his rifle.
Slowly, almost holding his breath lest he be noticed, he edged his way along. He had plenty of time for thought. This was not so easy a job as he had fancied, not the physical part, but the mental strain. He could shoot a man who was shooting at him, he could batter10 a man over the head who was trying to do the same to him, but this stalking a man in cold blood was different somehow. Cold blood! He laughed soundlessly at his recurrent fancy. He went a little more slowly. Finally he stopped to consider.
From the nook ahead of him in which the enemy had ensconced himself came a sudden rapid rattle11 of rifle-shots. His friend back in the trench was doing his part. The man was awake—on the alert. It would be something of a fair fight, he thought with some little satisfaction. He surveyed the intervening space beyond the coppice. The men in the trenches on both sides would be awake, too. It would take him a few seconds to cross that space and get at the man he was stalking. Could they shoot him before that? There was some shelter where the enemy was. If the stalker could get to that spot he would be protected for a moment from fire from the enemy's trench.
It would take him a second or two to cross that space. In a second or two what might happen? Well, he would have to risk that. At the very end of the coppice he gathered himself together and rose slowly to a crouching12 position. Another rain of shots came from the nook; the man's rifle would be empty, he must give him no chance to reload. Now it would be a fair fight with the bayonet.
He threw aside the white draperies that impeded13 his legs and in half a dozen bounds the two men were face to face.
No shot had been fired. Yes, the magazine of the man's rifle was empty. He heard the crunch14 of his enemy's feet on the snow. He rose to his feet, his bayoneted rifle extended. The two barrels struck with terrific force. The men swayed, drew back for another thrust, and they were suddenly aware of a mist-like figure between them, a figure draped in white, lightly, diaphanously.
They stood arrested, guns drawn15 back, and stared. The figure slowly extended its arm, carrying drapery with it. A man's breast was bared. There, over the heart, was a great gaping16 wound, fresh, as if a broad, heavy blade had pierced it.
There was a clatter17 on the ice as a gun dropped and another clatter as a similar weapon struck the stone opposite. The two men bent18 forward, their hands outstretched. They took a step as if to touch the figure and there was nothing there! The hands met. They clasped warmly in the cold against each other.
"My God, what was that?" said the stalker.
"I don't know," answered the other.
"A pierced side!"
"Was it—"
"No. It couldn't be."
"Well, we worship the same God and—"
Ah, they were seen. There were quick words of command from the trenches, a staccato of rifle-shots, and two bodies lay side by side, hands still clasped, while the snow reddened and reddened beneath them.
And it was Christmas eve.
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n./v.(挖)沟,(挖)战壕 | |
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深沟,地沟( trench的名词复数 ); 战壕 | |
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n.小巷,胡同;小径,小路 | |
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v.隐瞒( shroud的过去式和过去分词 );保密 | |
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n.亚麻布,亚麻线,亚麻制品;adj.亚麻布制的,亚麻的 | |
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n.口部;嘴 | |
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n. (机器振动发出的)咔嗒声,(鸟等)鸣,啁啾 adj. 喋喋不休的,啾啾声的 动词chatter的现在分词形式 | |
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adj.水疮状的,泡状的v.(使)起水泡( blister的过去式和过去分词 );(使表皮等)涨破,爆裂 | |
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adj.布满的;充斥的;泛滥的v.解谜,出谜题(riddle的过去分词形式) | |
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v.接连重击;磨损;n.牛奶面糊;击球员 | |
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v.飞奔,碰响;激怒;n.碰撞声;拨浪鼓 | |
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n.关键时刻;艰难局面;v.发出碎裂声 | |
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