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.