THE JERSEY SNIPE Tom hurried to the prostrate figure and saw that the German was quite dead.

There was no other sign of human presence and not a sound to be heard but the rippling of the clear water at his feet.
For a few moments he stood, surprised and silent, listening.

Then he fancied that he heard a rustling in the bushes some distance away and he looked in that direction, standing motionless, alert for the slightest stir.
Suddenly there emerged out of the undergrowth a hundred or more feet distant a strange looking figure clad in a dull shade of green with a green skull cap and a green scarf, like a scout scarf, loosely thrown about his neck.

Even the rifle which he carried jauntily over his shoulder was green in color, so that he seemed to Tom to have that general hue which things assume when seen through green spectacles.

He was lithe and agile, gliding through the bushes as if he were a part of them, and he came straight toward Tom, with a nimbleness which almost rivalled that of a squirrel.
There was something about his jaunty, light step which puzzled Tom and he narrowed his eyes, watching the approaching figure closely.