We shook hands and I think I wished him luck.  Then he went back again to the long hours and days of waiting.

I passed under his telephone wires.  Some day he will telephone that a charge is coming.  He will give all the particulars calmly, concisely.  Then the message will break off abruptly.  He will have sent his last warning.  For that is the way these men at the advance posts die.

As we started again I was no longer frightened.  Something of his courage had communicated itself to me, his courage and his philosophy, perhaps his faith.

The priest had become a soldier; but he was still a priest in his heart.  For he had buried the German dead in one great grave before the church, and over them had put the cross of his belief.

It was rather absurd on the way back over the path of death to be escorted by a cat.  It led the way over the fascines, treading daintily and cautiously.  Perhaps one of the destroyed houses at the outpost had been its home, and with a cat’s fondness for places it remained there, though everything it knew had gone; though battle and sudden death had usurped the place of its peaceful fireside, though that very fireside was become a heap of stone and plaster, open to winds and rain.

Again and again in destroyed towns I have seen these forlorn cats stalking about, trying vainly to adjust themselves to new conditions, cold and hungry and homeless.

We were challenged repeatedly on the way back.  Coming from the direction we did we were open to suspicion.  It was necessary each time to halt some forty feet from the sentry, who stood with his rifle pointed at us.  Then the officer advanced with the word.

Back again, then, along the road, past the youthful sentry, past other sentries, winding through the barbed-wire barricade, and at last, quite whole, to the House of the Barrier again.  We had walked three miles in front of the Belgian advanced trenches, in full view of the Germans.  There had been no protecting hedge or bank or tree between us and that ominous line two hundred yards across.  And nothing whatever had happened.

Captain F——­ was indignant.  The officers in the House of the Barrier held up their hands.  For men such a risk was legitimate, necessary.  In a woman it was foolhardy.  Nevertheless, now that it was safely over, they were keenly interested and rather amused.  But I have learned that the gallant captain and the officer with him had arranged, in case shooting began, to jump into the water, and by splashing about draw the fire in their direction!

We went back to the automobile, a long walk over the shell-eaten roads in the teeth of a biting wind.  But a glow of exultation kept me warm.  I had been to the front.  I had been far beyond the front, indeed, and I had seen such a picture of war and its desolation there in the centre of No Man’s Land as perhaps no one not connected with an army had seen before; such a picture as would live in my mind forever.