IV
JERRY MAKES A TOUR
The norther certainly was slackening off, as if it
had blown itself out. The wind died to a fitful
breeze, and this itself finally ceased. There was a
dead calm. Overhead the stars sparkled again. It
seemed to be a great relief to everything—this calm,
after the lashing and the howling and the general
strain. Only the gulf surf roared dully in
the distance.
Now voices sounded, right and left and behind, as if the American camp had aroused and the men were issuing from their coverts. They had weathered the storm. Jerry carefully raised, to look. He could see the occasional flash of a lantern. Then he lay down. In the calm he was more exhausted than ever. That had been a tough trail through the brush, fighting the wind at every step. Before he knew, he was asleep, beside the snoring sailor; and the next that he knew, he was awakened into gray dawn by a bustle around him.
Where was he? Oh, yes; he was safe with the Americans. So he got up, shook himself, and took stock.
He was still out in the plain, instead of at the edge of the dunes; the trench which sheltered him was six feet wide and the same in depth, and was screened by brush outside the dirt thrown out. It ran right and left, as if connecting with other trenches. Figures of sailors and their officers hur-
