Also, I had forgotten, she gave me a writing for you," and he felt about, first in his dirty shirt, then under his arm, and finally in his fuzzy hair, from which last hiding place he produced a little bit of paper folded into a pellet.

I undid it and read these words, written with a pencil and in French:-- "I shall be in the peach orchard half an hour before sunrise.

Be there if you would bid me farewell .-- M." "Is there any answer, baas ?" asked Hans when I had thrust the note into my pocket.

"If so I can take it without being found out." Then an inspiration seemed to strike him, and he added: "Why do you not take it yourself?
The Missie's window is easy to open, also I am sure she would be pleased to see you." "Be silent," I said.

"I am going to sleep.