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The
woods
,
he
said
,
were
still
burning
,
and
pointed
out
a
haze
of
smoke
to
me
.
"
They
will
be
hot
under
foot
for
days
,
on
account
of
the
thick
soil
of
pine
needles
and
turf
,
"
he
said
,
and
then
grew
serious
over
"
poor
Ogilvy
.
"
After
breakfast
,
instead
of
working
,
I
decided
to
walk
down
towards
the
common
.
Under
the
railway
bridge
I
found
a
group
of
soldiers
--
sappers
,
I
think
,
men
in
small
round
caps
,
dirty
red
jackets
unbuttoned
,
and
showing
their
blue
shirts
,
dark
trousers
,
and
boots
coming
to
the
calf
.
They
told
me
no
one
was
allowed
over
the
canal
,
and
,
looking
along
the
road
towards
the
bridge
,
I
saw
one
of
the
Cardigan
men
standing
sentinel
there
.
I
talked
with
these
soldiers
for
a
time
;
I
told
them
of
my
sight
of
the
Martians
on
the
previous
evening
.
None
of
them
had
seen
the
Martians
,
and
they
had
but
the
vaguest
ideas
of
them
,
so
that
they
plied
me
with
questions
.
They
said
that
they
did
not
know
who
had
authorised
the
movements
of
the
troops
;
their
idea
was
that
a
dispute
had
arisen
at
the
Horse
Guards
.
The
ordinary
sapper
is
a
great
deal
better
educated
than
the
common
soldier
,
and
they
discussed
the
peculiar
conditions
of
the
possible
fight
with
some
acuteness
.
I
described
the
Heat-Ray
to
them
,
and
they
began
to
argue
among
themselves
.
"
Crawl
up
under
cover
and
rush
'em
,
say
I
,
"
said
one
.
"
Get
aht
!
,
"
said
another
.
"
What
's
cover
against
this
'
ere
'
eat
?
Sticks
to
cook
yer
!
What
we
got
to
do
is
to
go
as
near
as
the
ground
'll
let
us
,
and
then
drive
a
trench
.
"
"
Blow
yer
trenches
!
You
always
want
trenches
;
you
ought
to
ha
'
been
born
a
rabbit
Snippy
.
"
"
Ai
n't
they
got
any
necks
,
then
?
"
said
a
third
,
abruptly
--
a
little
,
contemplative
,
dark
man
,
smoking
a
pipe
.
I
repeated
my
description
.
"
Octopuses
,
"
said
he
,
"
that
's
what
I
calls
'em
.
Talk
about
fishers
of
men
--
fighters
of
fish
it
is
this
time
!
"
"
It
ai
n't
no
murder
killing
beasts
like
that
,
"
said
the
first
speaker
.
"
Why
not
shell
the
darned
things
strite
off
and
finish
'em
?
"
said
the
little
dark
man
.
"
You
carn
tell
what
they
might
do
.
"
