TAM O' THE SCOOTS
escaped from the German prison-camp seven miles away and he was one of the sentries who were watching the road.
"You come mit me, vorwärts!"
Tam obeyed meekly and stepped out to the hut.
"I keep you here. Presently the Herr Leutnant will come and you shall go back."
He walked into the hut and waited in silence while the little man struck a match and lit an oil-lamp. The sentry fixed the glass chimney and turned to face the muzzle of Tam's automatic pistol.
"Sit down, ma wee frien'," said Tam; "let ma take that gun away from ye before ye hairt yeerself—mairciful Heavens!"
He was staring at the little man, but it was not the obvious terror of the civilian which fascinated him, it was the big, white, unshaven face, the long upper lip, and the low corrugated brow under the stiff-bristling hair, the small twinkling eyes, and the broad, almost animal, nose that held him for a moment speechless.
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