They couldn"t crawl out in the open to get to the General, and it"s my belief they meant to drive a sap out to the listening-post, and then out to the General, and yank him in, so they could go through his pockets."
"It"s a good bit of work to get at a dead man," said Brock reflectively.
"It is," said Riley, "but it isn"t often you can drive a sap with five thousand francs at the end of it."
"To say nothing of a diamond-studded gold watch," said Brock.
"Well, well," said Riley, "I suppose the Germans won"t be leaving him lying out there much longer. I hear the last battalion bagged quite a bunch that tried to creep out at night to get him in; but I suppose our fellows, not knowing about it, won"t watch him so carefully."
They turned the conversation to other and more casual things, and shortly afterwards moved off.
The first-fruits of their sowing showed within the hour, when some of the officers were having tea together in a corner of a ruined cottage, which had been converted into a keep.
The servant who was preparing tea had placed a battered pot on the half of a broken door, which served for a mess table; had laid out a loaf of bread, tin pots of jam, a cake, and a flattened box of flattened chocolates, and these offices having been fully performed he should have retired. Instead, however, he fidgeted to and fro, offered to pour the tea from the dented coffee-pot, asked if anything more was wanted, pushed the loaf over to the Captain, apologizing at length for the impossibility of getting a sc.r.a.pe of b.u.t.ter these days; hovered round the table, and generally made it plain that he had something he wished to say, or that he supposed they had something to say he wished to hear.
"What are you dodging about there for, man?" the Captain asked irritably at last. "Is it anything you want?"
"Nothing, sorr," said the man, "only I was just wondering if you had heard annything of a Gineral with fifty thousand francs in his pocket, lying out there beyond the trench."
"Five thousand francs," corrected Riley gently.
""Twas fifty thousand I heard, sorr," said the man eagerly; "but ye have heard, then, sorr?"
"What"s this about a General?" demanded the Captain.
"Yes!" said Riley quickly. "What is it? We have heard nothing of the General."
"Ah!" said the messman, eyeing him thoughtfully, "I thought maybe ye had heard."
"We have heard nothing," said Riley. "What is it you are talking about?"
"About them fifty thousand francs, sorr," said the messman, cunningly, "or five thousand, was it?"
"What"s this?" said the Captain, and the others making no attempt to answer his question, left the messman to tell a voluble tale of a German General ("though "twas a Field-Marshal some said it was, and others went the length of Von Kluck himself") who had been killed some days before, and lay out in the open with five thousand, or fifty thousand, francs in his breeches pocket, a diamond-studded gold watch on his wrist, diamond rings on his fingers, and his breast covered with Iron Crosses and jeweled Orders.
That both Riley and Brock, as well as the Captain, professed their profound ignorance of the tale only served, as they well knew, to strengthen the Tearaways Rifles" belief in it, and after the man had gone they imparted their plan with huge delight and joyful antic.i.p.ation to the Captain.
When they had finished tea and left the keep to return to their own posts, they were met by Sergeant Clancy.
"I just wanted to speak wid you a moment, sorr," he said. "I have been looking at that listening-post, and thinking to myself wouldn"t it be as well if we ran a sap out to it; it would save the crawling out across the open at night, and keeping the men--and some wounded among them maybe--cooped up the whole day."
"There"s something in that," said the Captain, pretending to reflect.
"And I see the last battalion had made something of a beginning to dig a trench out to the post."
"And they must have been thinking with their boots when they dug it there," said Riley. "A trench on that side is open to enfilade fire. It should have been dug out from the left corner of that curve instead of the right."
"If you would speak to the O.C. about it, sorr," said Clancy, "he might be willing to let us dig it. The men is fresh, too, and won"t harm for a bit of exercise."
"Very well," said the Captain carelessly, "we"ll see about it to-morrow."
"Begging your pardon, sorr," said Clancy, "I was thinking it would be a good night tonight, seein" there"s a strong wind blowing that would deaden the sound of the digging."
"That"s true enough," the Captain said slowly. "I think it"s an excellent idea, Clancy, and I"ll speak to the O.C., and tell him you suggested it."
A few minutes after, an orderly brought a message that the O.C. was coming round the trenches to see the company commanders. The company commanders found him with rather a sharp edge to his temper, and Captain Conroy, to whom Riley and Brock had confided the secret of their plans, concluded the moment was not a happy one for explaining the ruse to the O.C. He, therefore, merely took his instructions for the detailing of a working party from his company, and the hour at which they were to commence.
"And remember," said the O.C. sharply, "you will stand no nonsense over this work. If you think any man is loafing or not doing his full share, make him a prisoner, or do anything else you think fit. I"ll back you in it, whatever it is."
Conroy murmured a "Very good, sir," and left it at that. When he returned to his company he made arrangements for the working party, implying subtly to Sergeant Clancy that the trench was to be started as the result of his, the sergeant"s, arguments.
Clancy went back to the men in high feather:
"I suppose now," he said complacently, "there"s some would be like to laugh if they were told that a blessed sergeant could be saying where and when he"d be having this trench or that trench dug or not dug; but there"s more ways of killing a cat than choking it with b.u.t.ter, and Ould p.r.i.c.kles can take a hint as good as the next man when it"s put to him right."
"p.r.i.c.kles," be it noted, being the fitting, if somewhat disrespectful, name which the O.C. carried in the Rifles.
"It"s yourself has the tongue on ye," admitted Rifleman McRory admiringly, "though I"m wonnering how"ll you be schamin" to get another trench dug from the listening-post out to the Gineral."
""Twill take some scheming," agreed another rifleman, "but maybe we can get round the officer that"s in the listening-post to-night to let us drive a sap out."
"It"s not him ye"ll be getting round," said McRory, "for it"s the Little Lad himself that"s in it. But sure the Little Lad will be that glad to see me offer to take a pick in my hand that I believe he"d be willing to let me dig up his own grandfather"s grave."
"We"ll find some way when the time comes, never fear," said Sergeant Clancy, and the men willingly agreed to leave the matter in his capable hands.
Immediately after dark, the Little Lad, otherwise Lieutenant Riley, led his party at a careful crawl and in wide-s.p.a.ced single file out to the listening-post, while Brock and the Captain crawled out with a couple of men, a white tape, and a handful of pegs apiece to mark out the line of the new trenches converging from the outside ends of the curved main trench to the listening-post.
When they returned and reported their job complete, the working parties crawled cautiously out. There were plenty of flares being thrown up from the German lines and a more or less erratic rifle fire was crackling up and down the trenches on both sides, the Tearaways taking care to keep their bullets clear of the working party, to fire no more than enough to allay any German suspicions of a job being in hand, and not to provoke any extra hostility.
The working party crept out one by one, carrying their rifles and their trenching tools, dropping flat and still in the long gra.s.s every time a light flared, rising and crawling rapidly forward in the intervals of darkness. When at last they were strung out at distances of less than a man"s length, they stealthily commenced operations. A line of filled sandbags was handed out from the main trench and pa.s.sed along the chain of men until each had been provided with one.
Making the sand-bag a foundation for head cover, the men began cautiously to cut and scoop the soft ground and pile it up in front of them. The gra.s.s was long and rank, and in the shifting light the work went on un.o.bserved for over an hour. The men, cramped and uncomfortable, with every muscle aching from head to foot, worked doggedly, knowing each five minutes" work, each handful of earth scooped out and thrown up, meant an extra point off the odds on a bullet reaching them when the Germans discovered their operations and opened fire on the working party.
They still worked only in the dark intervals between the flares, and, of course, in as deep a silence as they possibly could. Brock and the Captain crawled at intervals up and down the line with a word of praise or a reproach dropped here and there as it was needed. At the end of one trip, Brock crept into the listening-post and conversed in whispers with Riley, his fellow-conspirator.
"They"re working like beavers," he said, "and, if the Boche doesn"t twig the game for another half-hour, we"ll have enough cover scooped out to go on without losing too many men from their fire."
Riley chuckled. "It"s working fine," he said. "I"m only hoping that some ruffian doesn"t spoil the game by crawling out and finding our General is no more than a false alarm."
"That would queer the pitch," agreed Brock, "but I don"t fancy any one will try it. They all know the working party is liable to be discovered at any minute, and any one out in the open when that comes off, is going to be in a tight corner."
"There"s a good many here," said Riley, "that would chance a few tight corners if they knew five thousand francs was at the other side of it; but I took the precaution to hint gently to Clancy that our machine gun was going to keep on spraying lead round the General all night, to discourage any private enterprise."
"Anyhow," said Brock, "I suppose the whole regiment"s in it, and flatter themselves this trifle of digging is for the special benefit of their pockets. But what are those fellows of ours supposed to be digging at in the corner there!"
"That," whispered the Little Lad, grinning, "is merely an improving of the amenities of the listening-post and the beginning of a dugout shelter from bombs; at least, that"s Clancy"s suggestion, though I have a suspicion there will be no hurry to roof-in the dug-out and that its back-door will travel an unusual length out."
"Well, so long," said Brock; "I must sneak along again and have a look at the digging."
It was when he was half-way back to the main trench that it became apparent the German suspicions were aroused, and that something--a movement after a light flared, perhaps, or the line of a parapet beginning to show above the gra.s.s--had drawn their attention to the work.