Indeed the officer told us that it was a message from the enemy that we
heard.
"Our men just picked it up," he explained; "we think it must come from a
French wireless station across the river. Naturally we cannot
understand it, any more than they can understand our messages--they're
all in code, you know. Every day or two we change our code, and I
presume they do too."
Two of our party had unshipped their cameras by now, for the pass which
we carried entitled us, among other important things, to commandeer that
precious fluid, gasoline, whenever needed, and to take photographs; but
we were asked to make no shapshots here. We gathered that there were
certain reasons not unconnected with secret military usage why we might
not take away with us plates bearing pictures of the field wireless. In
the main, though, remarkably few restrictions were laid upon us that
day. Once or twice, very casually, somebody asked us to refrain from
writing about this thing or that thing which we had seen; but that was
all.
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