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Three hours' rest, and then _again_ forward! At noon, a farm. _Halt! _ Georges was one of the three who went forward, dodging from wall to wall, to reconnoiter. There seemed to be some secret hidden there-the roof was blown off, the windows smashed, devastation everywhere about-but it might still conceal some desperate foe. As he approached the closed door, he saw a stain on the stone step, where a little dark stream of something had dried. He pushed open the door-butchery! More than two hundred Germans who had taken refuge there had found appalling death when two howitzer shells had converted them into an incredible mass of mere bleeding flesh. No fear now need any Frenchman have of those grim Germans-save only the fear of infection. Georges flung back the door and fled.
Could he find worse horrors? Let him tell.