I lay in my ditch
and I made a thousand plans, each more dangerous than the last.
And then suddenly I had that flash of light which comes to the
brave man who refuses to despair.
You remember I have mentioned that two waggons were loading up
with empty casks at the inn. The heads of the oxen were turned
to the east, and it was evident that those waggons were going in
the direction which I desired. Could I only conceal myself upon
one of them, what better and easier way could I find of passing
through the lines of the guerillas? So simple and so good was
the plan that I could not restrain a cry of delight as it crossed
my mind, and I hurried away instantly in the direction of the
inn. There, from behind some bushes, I had a good look at what
was going on upon the road.
There were three peasants with red montero caps loading the
barrels, and they had completed one waggon and the lower tier of
the other. A number of empty barrels still lay outside the
wine-house waiting to be put on.
Fortune was my friend--I have always said that she is a woman and
cannot resist a dashing young Hussar.
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