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Fragment: A MAKER OF MAPS There was a rustle in the bushes, the sound of twigs snapping, a soft foot fall on the dead leaves.

Marche stopped, took his pipe out of his mouth, and listened.

Patter! patter! patter! over the crackling underbrush, now near , now far away in the depths of the forest; then sudden silence , the silence that startles.

He turned his head warily, right, left; he knelt noiselessly , striving to pierce the thicket with his restless eyes. After a moment he arose on tiptoe, unslung his gun, cocked both barrels , and listened again, pipe tightly clutched between his white teeth.

All around lay the beautiful Lorraine forests, dim and sweet , dusky as velvet in their leafy depths. A single sunbeam, striking obliquely through the brush tangle, powdered the forest mould with gold.