And then he got his great idea, an idea that made him turn his head, so that the soldier would not see the grin he could not suppress.
"Here, give me that gun!" said the soldier, again.

He was more impatient than before, and his tone was one of anger.

He struggled to his feet, too, and stood, swaying uncertainly, still weak and very dizzy as the result of his fall.
"Beware!" The word came in a sepulchral, heavy voice from directly behind the soldier.

He swung around, greatly puzzled.
"Who's there ?" he called, sharply.
"I am everywhere!" said the same voice.
But now it came from the very ground at his feet.
And then the voice spoke, swinging around, as the soldier turned, like a dancing dervish, trying always to face the voice, only to have it come from some new quarter.
"Attend carefully to what I say!" said the mysterious voice.

"You have risked death by coming to this spot! But I am merciful, and I wish to preserve all soldiers who fight for their fatherland! I am the spirit of this place! I command you to go! Go up the gully.