But one piece of trench-digging performed by the Tearaway Rifles must come pretty near a record for speed.
When the Rifles moved in for their regular spell in the forward line, their O.C. was instructed that his battalion had to construct a section of new trench in ground in front of the forward trench.
It was particularly unfortunate that just about this time the winter issue of a regular rum ration had ceased, and that, immediately before they moved in, a number of the Tearaways had been put under stoppages of pay for an escapade with which this story need have no concern.
Without pay the men, of course, were cut off from even the sour and watery delights of the beer sold in the local estaminets, which abound in the villages where the troops are billeted in reserve some miles behind the firing line. As Sergeant Clancy feelingly remarked:
"They stopped the pay, and that stops the beer; and then they stopped the rum. It"s no pleasure in life they leave us at all, at all. They"ll be afther stopping the fighting next."
Of that last, however, there was comparatively little fear at the moment. A brisk action had opened some days before the Tearaways were brought up from the reserve, and the forward line which they were now sent in to occupy had been a German trench less than a week before.
The main fighting had died down, but because the British were suspicious of counter-attacks, and the Germans afraid of a continued British movement, the opposing lines were very fully on the alert; the artillery on both sides were indulging in constant dueling, and the infantry were doing everything possible to prevent any sudden advantage being s.n.a.t.c.hed by the other side.
As soon as the Tearaways were established in the new position, the O.C.
and the adjutant made a tour of their lines, carefully reconnoitering through their periscopes the open ground which had been pointed out to them on the map as the line of the new trench which they were to commence digging. At this point the forward trench was curved sharply inward, and the new trench was designed to run across and outwards from the ends of the curve, meeting in a wide angle at a point where a hole had been dug and a listening-post established.
It was only possible to reach this listening-post by night, and the half-dozen men in it had to remain there throughout the day, since it was impossible to move across the open between the post and the trenches by daylight. The right-hand portion of the new trench running from the listening-post back to the forward trench had already been sketched out with entrenching tools, but it formed no cover because it was enfiladed by a portion of the German trench.
It was the day when the Tearaways moved into the new position, and the O.C. had been instructed that he was expected to commence digging operations as soon as it was dark that night, the method and manner of digging being left entirely in his own hand. The Major, the Adjutant, and a couple of Captains conferred gloomily over the prospective task.
That reputation of a dislike for digging stood in the way of a quick job being made. The stoppage of the rum ration prevented even an inducement in the shape of an "extra tot" being promised for extra good work, and it was well known to all the officers that the stoppage of pay had put the men in a sulky humor, which made them a little hard to handle, and harder to drive than the proverbial pigs. It was decided that nothing should be said to the men of the task ahead of them until it was time to tell off the fatigue party and start them on the work.
"It"s no good," said the Captain, "leaving them all the afternoon to chew it over. They"d only be talking themselves into a state that is first cousin to insubordination."
"I wish," said the other Captain, "they had asked us to go across and take another slice of the German trench. The men would do it a lot quicker and surer, and a lot more willing, than they"d dig a new one."
"The men," said the Colonel tartly, "are not going to be asked what they"d like any more than I"ve been. I want you each to go down quietly and have a look over at the new ground, tell the company commanders what the job is, and have a talk with me after as to what you think is the best way of setting about it."
That afternoon Lieutenant Riley and Lieutenant Brock took turns in peering through a periscope at the line of the new trench, and discussed the problem presented.
"It"s all very fine," grumbled Riley, "for the O.C. to say the men must dig because he says so. You can take a horse to the water where you can"t make it drink, and by the same token you can put a spade in a man"s hand where you can"t make him dig, or if he does dig he"ll only do it as slow and gingerly as if it were his own grave and he was to be buried in it as soon as it was ready."
"Don"t talk about burying," retorted Brock. "It isn"t a pleasant subject with so many candidates for a funeral scattered around the front door."
He sniffed the air, and made an exclamation of disgust:
"They haven"t even been chloride-of-limed," he said. "A lot of lazy, untidy brutes that battalion must have been we have just relieved."
Riley stared again into the periscope: "It"s German the most of them are, anyway," he said, "that"s one consolation, although it"s small comfort to a sense of smell. I say, have a look at that man lying over there, out to the left of the listening-post. His head is towards us, and his hair is white as driven snow. They must be getting hard up for men to be using up the grandfathers of that age."
Brock examined the white head carefully. "He"s a pretty old stager," he said, "unless he"s a young "un whose hair has turned white in a night like they do in novels; or, maybe he"s a General."
"A General!" said Riley, and stopped abruptly. "Man, now, wait a minute. A General!" he continued musingly, and then suddenly burst into chuckles, and nudged Brock in the ribs. "I have a great notion," he said, "gr-r-reat notion, Brockie. What"ll you bet I don"t get the men coming to us before night with a pet.i.tion to be allowed to do some digging?"
Brock stared at him. "You"re out of your senses," he said. "I"d as soon expect them to come with a pet.i.tion to be allowed to sign the pledge."
"Well, now listen," said Riley, "and we"ll try it, anyway."
He explained swiftly, while over Brock"s face a gentle smile beamed and widened into subdued chucklings.
"Here"s Sergeant Clancy coming along the trench," said Riley. "You have the notion now, so play up to me, and make sure Clancy hears every word you say."
"I want to see that General of theirs the Bosche prisoner spoke about,"
said Riley, as Clancy came well within earshot. "An old man, the Bosche said he was, with a head of hair as white and shining as a gull"s wing."
"I"m not so interested in his shining head," said Brock, "as I am in the shining gold he carries on him. Doesn"t it seem sinful waste for all that good money to be lying out there?"
Out of the tail of his eye Riley saw the sergeant halt and stiffen into an att.i.tude of listening. He turned round.
"Was it me you wanted to see, Clancy?" he said.
"No, sorr--yes, sorr," said Clancy hurriedly, and then more slowly, in neat adoption of the remarks he had just heard: "Leastways, sorr, I was just afther wondering if you had heard anything of this tale of a German Gineral lying out there on the ground beyanst."
"You mean the one that was shot last week?" said Riley.
"Him with the five thousand francs in his breeches pocket, and the diamond-studded gold watch on his wrist?" said Brock.
"The same, sorr, the same!" said Clancy eagerly, and with his eyes glistening. "And have you made out which of them he is, sorr?"
"No," said Riley shortly. "And remember, Sergeant, there are to be no men going over the parapet this night without orders. The last battalion in here lost a big handful of men trying to get hold of that General, but the Germans were watching too close, and they"ve got a machine-gun trained to cover him. See to it, Clancy! That"s all now."
Sergeant Clancy moved off, but he went reluctantly.
"Why didn"t you give him a bit more?" asked Brock.
"Because I know Clancy," said Riley, whispering. "If we had said more now, he might have suspected a plant. As it is, he"s got enough to tickle his curiosity, and you can be sure it won"t be long before a gentle pumping performance is in operation."
Sergeant Clancy came in sight round the traverse again, moving briskly, but obviously slowing down as he pa.s.sed them, and very obviously straining to hear anything they were saying. But they both kept silent, and when he had disappeared round the next traverse, Riley grinned and winked at his companion.
"He"s hooked, Brockie," he said exultantly.
"Now you wait and--" He stopped as a rifle-man moved round the corner and took up a position on the firing step near them.
"I"ll bet," said Riley delightedly, "Clancy has put him there to listen to anything he can catch us saying."
He turned to the man, who was clipping a tiny mirror on to his bayonet and hoisting it to use as a periscope.
"Are you on the look-out?" he asked. "And who posted you there?"
"It was Sergeant Clancy, sir," answered the man. "He said I could hear better--I mean, see better," he corrected himself, "from here."
Riley abruptly turned to their own periscope and apparently resumed the conversation.
"I"m almost sure that"s him with the white head," said Riley. "Out there, about forty or fifty yards from the German parapet, and about a hundred yards ten o"clock from our listening-post. Have a look."
He handed the periscope over to Brock, and at the same time noticed how eagerly the sentry was also having a look into his own periscope.
"I"ve got him," said Brock. "Yes, I believe that"s the man."
"What makes it more certain," said Riley, "is that hen"s scratch of a trench the other battalion started to dig out to the listening-post.