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r it; but don't, boy. I want to get on gently again, and to find some sign of a farm, or peasants' hut. We must have food of some kind if we are to do our work. Let's get a little farther on, and then I must forage." "Yes," said Marcus, sadly. "It seems waste of time, but it must be done, I suppose. But why not let the ponies browse a little here? See, they have already begun." "Because it will be of no use for us to look about here." "Of course not," said Marcus, hastily, and he stood looking hurriedly round, to see for the first time that all along the edge of the forest which should have been bordered with fresh green bushes, was broken down and trampled, while not far from where he stood fire had been doing its work, and a large portion was blackened stump and skeleton-like stem. CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT. MARCUS' PROMISE. "Seems to me, my lad," said Serge, "that we ought to have been started on this journey two days earlier." "Yes, Serge," replied Marcus, in a despairing tone. "It's maddening. Here have we gone on, almost starved, never getting a proper night's rest--" "Well, but that's nothing to grumble at, my boy. That's soldiering; that is what I always told you. A soldier must be ready to fast and go without sleep, and be always prepared to fight. Now, didn't I teach you that?" "Yes, Serge, but I didn't quite understand it then." "But you do now?" "Oh, yes, I know now; and I wouldn't care a bit if we could only overtake them. Three times over during the past week we have been so close that half a day's march must have brought us to the army." "That's true," said Serge; "and each time we were cut off by parties of the enemy, and driven back, just as we thought we could march in, find the master and Caius Julius, and deliver our message. Fortune of war, my lad; fortune of war." "Misfortune of war," cried Marcus, angrily. "Here, I don't know how many days it is since we started, for days and nights and time all seem to have grown mixed up together." "Yes, we have had rather a muddled and worrying time of it, Marcus, lad." "And now we are just as far off as ever." "Well, not quite, my lad." "I feel weak for want of food, and confused for want of sleep." "Not you! You only fancy that because you're down in the dumps. You'll be all right as soon as ever there's anything wants doing and we have tumbled by accident near to one of those parties of the enemy, who a
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