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CHAPTER TWENTY | Peter Pienaar Goes to the Wars-3
'Send the message in English,' said Peter. 'They may not understand it,' said the man. 'Then send it any way you like. I trust you, for we are brothers.' After ten minutes the man ceased and listened. From far away came the sound of a trench-gong, the kind of thing they used on the Western Front to give the gas-alarm. 'They say they will be ready,' he said. 'I cannot take down messages in the darkness, but they have given me the signal which means "Consent".' 'Come, that is pretty good,' said Peter. 'And now I must be moving. You take a hint from me. When you hear big firing up to the north get ready to beat a quick retreat, for it will be all up with that city of yours. And tell your folk, too, that they're making a bad mistake letting those fool Germans rule their land. Let them han
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