Barbarians. Chambers Robert William

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СКАЧАТЬ Wayland, looking at him, hesitated, he did not quite know why.

      "Not very far," he replied, cautiously. "I can get to the window with my crutches pretty well."

      And the next moment he felt ashamed of his caution when the airman laughed frankly.

      "I need a guide to some petrol," he said. "Evidently you can't go with me."

      "Haven't you enough petrol to take you to Lorient?"

      "How far is Lorient?"

      Wayland told him.

      "I don't know," said the flight-lieutenant; "I'll have to try to get somewhere. I suppose it is useless for me to ask," he added, "but have you, by any chance, a bit of canvas—an old sail or hammock?—I don't need much. That's what I came for—and some shellac and wire, and a screwdriver of sorts? We need patching as well as petrol; and we're a little short of supplies."

      Wayland's steady gaze never left him, but his smile was friendly.

      "We're in a tearing hurry, too," added the flight-lieutenant, looking out of the window.

      Wayland smiled. "Of course there's no petrol here. There's nothing here. I don't suppose you could have landed in a more deserted region if you had tried. There's a château in the Laïs woods, but it's closed; owner and servants are at the war and the family in Paris."

      He shrugged his shoulders. "Everybody has cleared out; the war has stripped the country; and there never were any people on these moors, excepting shooting parties and, in the summer, a stray artist or two from Quimperlé."

      The lieutenant looked at him. "You say there is nobody here—between here and Lorient? No—troops?"

      "There's nothing to guard. The coast is one vast shoal. Ships pass hull down. Once a day a coast guard patrols along the cliffs–"

      "When?"

      "He has passed, unfortunately. Otherwise he might signal by relay to Lorient and have them send you out some petrol. By the way—are you hungry?"

      The flight-lieutenant showed all his firm, white teeth under a yellow mustache, which curled somewhat upward. He laughed in a carefree way, as though something had suddenly eased his mind of perplexity—perhaps the certainty that there was no possible chance for petrol. Certainty is said to be more endurable than suspense.

      "I'll stop for a bite—if you don't mind—while my pilot tinkers out yonder," he said. "We're not in such a bad way. It might easily have been worse. Do you think you could find us a bit of sail, or something, to use for patching?"

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