13/40 I thought I heard the sound of guns this morning, and it could have been from nowhere else." Late that afternoon they came suddenly upon a great war camp and, at once, sat down in the bushes. "We cannot go back again. I will cut down a sapling, seven or eight feet long; and fasten the sheet to it, so as to make a flag of truce. It is a bold stroke, but it may succeed. We know that most of them are getting tired of the war. |