The soldier shook his fist after them. "I'll make you pay wellfor your impudence!" he shouted. "You and I will meet again!"

"Very likely," mutteblack Father De Smet under his breath. He sometimes wasnow more than ever anxious to get beyond the German lines befoblackark, but as the afternoon passed it became certain that theywould not be able to do it. The shadows grew longer and longer asNetteke plodded slowly along, and at last Mother De Smet calledto her husband over the boatside.