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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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the south, after a dip there was a ridge which shut the view. East lay another fork<br />

of the stream, the chief fork I guessed, and it was evidently followed by the main<br />

road to the pass, for I saw it crowded with transport. The two roads seemed to<br />

converge somewhere farther south of my sight.<br />

I guessed we could not be very far from the front, for the noise of guns<br />

sounded very near, both the sharp crack of the field-pieces, and the deeper boom<br />

of the howitzers. More, I could hear the chatter of the machine-guns, a magpie<br />

note among the baying of hounds. I even saw the bursting of Russian shells,<br />

evidently trying to reach the main road. One big fellow—an eight-inch—landed<br />

not ten yards from a convoy to the east of us, and another in the hollow through<br />

which we had come. These were clearly ranging shots, and I wondered if the<br />

Russians had observation-posts on the heights to mark them. If so, they might<br />

soon try a curtain, and we should be very near its edge. It would be an odd irony<br />

if we were the target of friendly shells.<br />

'By the Lord Harry,' I heard Sandy say, 'if we had a brace of machine-guns we<br />

could hold this place against a division.'<br />

'What price shells?' I asked. 'If they get a gun up they can blow us to atoms in<br />

ten minutes.'<br />

'Please God the Russians keep them too busy for that,' was his answer.<br />

With anxious eyes I watched our enemies on the road. They seemed to have<br />

grown in numbers. They were signalling, too, for a white flag fluttered. Then the<br />

mist rolled down on us again, and our prospect was limited to ten yards of<br />

vapour.<br />

'Steady,' I cried; 'they may try to rush us at any moment. Every man keep his<br />

eye on the edge of the fog, and shoot at the first sign.'<br />

For nearly half an hour by my watch we waited in that queer white world, our<br />

eyes smarting with the strain of peering. The sound of the guns seemed to be<br />

hushed, and everything grown deathly quiet. Blenkiron's squeal, as he knocked<br />

his wounded leg against a rock, made every man start.<br />

Then out of the mist there came a voice.

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