There they sat,
very cold and miserable, for some time. Then the moon came out and
lit up the country-side bright as day.
"It's off for to-night," whispered Bob. "We must go back and have
another try to-morrow night. That was bad luck. The Boche could
hardly have been a sentry. I think he was just there by chance.
What rotten luck!" So back they went, wet and cold, to their nest
at the top of the stack, in anything but a hopeful frame of mind.
They fell into a sound sleep before long, and were awakened quite
early next morning by the weight of someone ascending the ladder.
"A Boche this time!" whispered Dicky as he regained consciousness.
"That light little man never could make such a commotion."
The perspiration broke out on Bob's forehead.
An age seemed to pass before the head of the intruder came into
view. What was their surprise and relief to see the round smiling
face of a Belgian woman of considerable size and weight! Redbeard
had told her of his unwelcome guests and she had come to offer such
succor and assistance as might lie in her power.
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