’“Whatbetheylookingat？“IwhisperedtoUncleJob。
’“AchartoftheChannel，“saysthesergeantknowingaboutsuchthings。
’TheotherFrenchofficernowstoopedlikewise，andoverthemaptheyhadalongconsultation，astheypointedhereandthereonthepaper，andthenhitherandthitheratplacesalongtheshorebeneathus。I
noticedthatthemannerofoneofficerwasveryrespectfultowardtheother，whoseemedmuchhissuperior，thesecondinrankcallinghimbyasortoftitlethatIdidnotknowthesenseof。Theheadone，ontheotherhand，wasquitefamiliarwithhisfriend，andmorethanonceclappedhimontheshoulder。
’UncleJobhadwatchedaswellasI，butthoughthemaphadbeeninthelantern-light，theirfaceshadalwaysbeeninshade。Butwhentheyrosefromstoopingoverthechartthelightflashedupward，andfellsmartupononeof’em’sfeatures。NosoonerhadthishappenedthanUncleJobgasped，andsankdownasifhe’dbeeninafit。