Greenmantle - John Buchan
Greenmantle es la segunda de las cinco novelas de John Buchan con el personaje de Richard Hannay , publicado por primera vez en 1916 por Hodder & Stoughton , Londres . Es una de las dos novelas de Hannay ambientadas durante la Primera Guerra Mundial , la otra es el Sr. Standfast (1919); La primera y más conocida aventura de Hannay, The Thirty-Nine Steps (1915), se desarrolla en el período inmediatamente anterior a la guerra.
Greenmantle es la segunda de las cinco novelas de John Buchan con el personaje de Richard Hannay , publicado por primera vez en 1916 por Hodder & Stoughton , Londres . Es una de las dos novelas de Hannay ambientadas durante la Primera Guerra Mundial , la otra es el Sr. Standfast (1919); La primera y más conocida aventura de Hannay, The Thirty-Nine Steps (1915), se desarrolla en el período inmediatamente anterior a la guerra.
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uilding on his right.<br />
The thought of a chapel and a bell gave him the notion of some human<br />
agency. And then suddenly the notion was confirmed. The sound was regular<br />
and concerted—dot, dash, dot—dash, dot, dot. The branch of a tree and the wind<br />
may play strange pranks, but they do not produce the longs and shorts of the<br />
Morse Code.<br />
This was where Peter's intelligence work in the Boer War helped him. He<br />
knew the Morse, he could read it, but he could make nothing of the signalling. It<br />
was either in some special code or in a strange language.<br />
He lay still and did some calm thinking. There was a man in front of him, a<br />
Turkish soldier, who was in the enemy's pay. Therefore he could fraternize with<br />
him, for they were on the same side. But how was he to approach him without<br />
getting shot in the process? Again, how could a man send signals to the enemy<br />
from a firing-line without being detected? Peter found an answer in the strange<br />
configuration of the ground. He had not heard a sound until he was a few yards<br />
from the place, and they would be inaudible to men in the reserve trenches and<br />
even in the communication trenches. If somebody moving up the latter caught<br />
the noise, it would be easy to explain it naturally. But the wind blowing down<br />
the cup would carry it far in the enemy's direction.<br />
There remained the risk of being heard by those parallel with the bell in the<br />
firing trenches. Peter concluded that that trench must be very thinly held,<br />
probably only by a few observers, and the nearest might be a dozen yards off. He<br />
had read about that being the French fashion under a big bombardment.<br />
The next thing was to find out how to make himself known to this ally. He<br />
decided that the only way was to surprise him. He might get shot, but he trusted<br />
to his strength and agility against a man who was almost certainly wearied.<br />
When he had got him safe, explanations might follow.<br />
Peter was now enjoying himself hugely. If only those infernal guns kept silent<br />
he would play out the game in the sober, decorous way he loved. So very<br />
delicately he began to wriggle forward to where the sound was.<br />
The night was now as black as ink around him, and very quiet, too, except for<br />
soughings of the dying gale. The snow had drifted a little in the lee of the ruined<br />
walls, and Peter's progress was naturally very slow. He could not afford to