Frantic gestures of eyebrows and palms.

"You must not stay there more than three minutes. _Three minutes_."

He turned to the cut tendon with an air of integrity, his conscience
appeased by laying down this time limit.

John released the clutch, and the soldier shouted out something, they
couldn't make out what, that ended with "mitrailleuses."

As they ran down the street the solemn Boom--Boom came right and left;
they were now straight between the two batteries.

"Are you all right, Sharlie?"

"Rather."

The little Belgian by her side muttered, protesting.

"We're not really in any danger. It's all going on over our heads."

"Do you suppose," she said, "they'll get our range?"

"Rather not. Why should they? They've got their range and they'll
stick to it."

The firing on their right ceased.

"They're quiet enough now," she said.