A score of hands reached down and grasped them. Unarmed, dripping, utterly exhausted, they found themselves in the hands of the soldiers of the Kaiser!
CHAPTER XVIII
RESCUE FROM THE SKY
With a file of soldiers on either side of them, the four boys were marched off to a dugout near at hand. Here a German outpost had been stationed to watch the river bank. It was not a large command, and the lieutenant in charge, being unable to speak English and having no interpreter at hand, after a few brusque attempts to question them gave it up. Then, after having had them searched, he committed them to the custody of a non-commissioned officer with directions that they were to be fed and sent to headquarters in the morning. They ate ravenously, and, not being permitted to talk to each other, found solace in sorely needed sleep.
When taken before the German officers, the friends were forced to undergo a strict and searching examination. Their questioners tried in every way, with pleadings alternating with threats, to get them to divulge information that might be useful to them, but in vain. The four Americans were absolutely uncommunicative, and at last the German who had been doing most of the questioning was forced to acknowledge defeat.
"_Donnerwetter!_" he growled. "Yankee pigs! It must be that they are so stupid that they do not know anything to tell. What do you think, Herr Lieutenant?" turning to one of his officers.
"I think it more likely that they are just obstinate, sir, like those cursed English," replied the officer addressed. "But perhaps a few months in a prison camp will incline them to answer more quickly when a German speaks to them." This was accompanied by a cruel smile, whose significance was hot lost on the Americans. The captain glared at them, but as they did not seem to weaken perceptibly, even under his high displeasure, he grumbled finally:
"Well, take them away, and we"ll see how they act after a taste of prison life." As their guards were about to take them from the room, he continued, menacingly: "Remember, you Yankees, that the sooner you tell me what I want to know, the easier it will be for you. And in the end we"ll make you talk. It is not well to oppose Germany"s will too far."
But as the prisoners did not appear greatly frightened by these threats, the commander at last ordered the sergeant in charge to take the prisoners away, and turned again to his desk.
In spite of the critical situation in which they found themselves, Bart could not resist a surrept.i.tious wink at his companions as they pa.s.sed through the doorway, which was returned in kind by his graceless companions. But, although they had had the satisfaction of balking the German officers, they were not long in appreciating the discomforts of their present situation. When they reached the temporary prison camp, they were herded into a large tent, already overcrowded with French, English, and a few American prisoners. Soon after their arrival food was served out, although it hardly seemed worthy of the name. Watery soup, made by boiling turnips in water, and a small chunk of some tasteless substance supposed to be bread, const.i.tuted the meal. The boys, fresh from the wholesome and abundant food furnished by Uncle Sam, found it absolutely uneatable, and gave away their portions to some of the other prisoners, who appeared glad to get it.
"Wait until you"ve been here a few days," said one lanky Englishman, with a ghastly smile, "you"ll get so thoroughly famished that you"ll be able to go even that stuff," and he made a wry face.
"Perhaps so, if we can"t find some way to get out," said Frank.
"Not as easy as it sounds," said the Englishman. "Although it has been done, of course. But a lot more have been shot trying it than have ever got away."
"Might as well get shot as die of starvation," remarked Tom.
This opinion evidently appealed to Tom"s comrades, who looked significantly at him. From that look each knew that the others were ready to risk everything to gain their freedom. The Englishman, however, seemed unconvinced, and presently left them.
As night came on, they cast about for some place to sleep, but met with little success. The only place to lie was on the ground, but by that time the four friends were so tired that sleep, even under any hardship, was desirable. They finally settled down in a corner that appeared a little less crowded than the rest. However, before going to sleep they tried to formulate some plan of escape, but with indifferent success.
"About all we can do," said Bart finally, "is to hold ourselves in readiness to make use of the first chance of escape that comes along.
And if these Germans are all as stupid as the ones we"ve seen so far, it oughtn"t to be very difficult."
"Well, when the chance comes, we won"t let any gra.s.s grow under our feet, that"s certain," said Frank. "But now, I"m dog-tired, and I"m going to see if I can"t get a little sleep. And what"s more, I"d advise you fellows to do the same."
"He who sleeps, dines," quoted Tom, with a somewhat rueful grin. "I hope there"s more in that old saying than there is in most of them."
"Right you are," said Bart, "but something seems to tell me I"m going to be hungry in the morning, just the same."
Bart was right. After a restless night, the boys woke with ravenous appet.i.tes, and managed to eat most of the unpalatable fare that was pa.s.sed around. Not long after this they saw the sergeant who had had charge of them the previous day picking his way through the crowd, evidently looking for some particular object. At last he caught sight of the Americans, and immediately headed toward them.
"Come," he commanded, roughly, in his halting English. "Orders have come for your removal."
"Where to?" inquired Frank. "Silence! Do as you are told, and ask no questions!" commanded the German.
"For two cents I"d jump on him and choke the dog"s life out of him!"
muttered Tom, but his friends laid restraining hands on him.
"Nothing doing, Tom," warned Billy. "We"d be playing against stacked cards in a game like that. Take it easy now, and maybe our chance will come later."
Meanwhile the sergeant had started off, and the friends had no choice but to follow him. He led them out of the tent, where a squad of soldiers was lined up. At a nod from the sergeant, these surrounded the boys, and at a curt word of command they all started off.
They were soon outside the confines of the camp, and marching along what had once been a perfect road, but was now badly broken up by the combined effects of sh.e.l.lfire and heavy trucking. The soldiers talked among themselves in low gutturals, and the boys, by piecing together words that they caught here and there, gathered that they were being taken to some higher official for further questioning.
"You see," said Billy, "they know we were inside their lines a considerable time before they caught us, and so they are paying particular attention to us. I guess they think we may know more than we"ve told them so far." This with a wink at his friends.
"We sure have told them a lot," put in Bart, grinning. "And, just to be perfectly fair, I suggest that we tell the next Boche who questions us just as much as we told the last one."
"Fair enough," agreed Tom. "No favoritism has always been my motto."
"No talking among the prisoners," commanded the sergeant, threateningly, and the four friends, having said about all they wanted to say, anyway, relapsed into silence.
For several miles the little group plodded along, often meeting detachments of German infantry, who scowled sullenly at the Americans as they pa.s.sed.
The boys were far from happy, in spite of the light-hearted att.i.tude they presented to their captors. They all knew that if they could not effect an escape their chance for life was small, as, on account of their having been inside the German lines so long before being captured, the Huns would seize the opportunity of calling them spies, and mete out the quick end that is accorded to such. They were walking along, each one immersed in his own gloomy thoughts, when suddenly a sound from above caused them to look quickly up toward the blue sky.
What they saw caused their hearts to beat faster and hope to spring up again in their b.r.e.a.s.t.s. For, skilled as they were in such matters, they recognized the airplane up above, whose roaring exhaust had first attracted their attention, as one of the Allied type.
It was coming toward them at high speed, flying low, and as it rapidly neared them the four friends, forgetting their German captors, waved their hands wildly to the pilot, whom they could see, as the aeroplane came closer, peering down over the side of the body. The Germans, on their part, were so terrified by the approach of this huge enemy machine, that they seemed to forget all about their prisoners, and in fact about everything except their individual safety. With wild yells of terror they scattered this way and that, all except the sergeant. He, seeing his men running in every direction, snarled out a curse, and whipped out his automatic pistol.
"I"ll do for you Yankees, anyway, he hissed," and leveled the pistol at them. But even as his finger trembled on the trigger, Frank"s fist, with the force of a sledgehammer, came with a crashing impact against the point of the German"s jaw, and the Hun went down, his pistol exploding harmlessly toward the sky. Frank, with the light of battle in his eye, seized the fallen man"s weapon and looked around for the other Germans.
But by this time they had all gotten out of effective pistol range, and after emptying the weapon in the direction of the fleeing figures, Frank and the others turned their attention to the aeroplane, which by now was manoeuvring for a landing.
The airship came down in great spirals, and finally took the ground with hardly a jar, running along a hundred feet or so and then coming to a halt.
As the boys started running toward it, Tom e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed: "Say, fellows, my eyes may be playing me tricks, but if that isn"t d.i.c.k Lever at the wheel you can call me a German!"
"I think it is d.i.c.k, myself," agreed Frank. "And if this isn"t a case of the "friend in need," I miss my guess."
It was indeed as they thought. The pilot was an old friend of theirs, but one whom they had not seen for some time. Now, as they raced toward the airplane, he in turn recognized them, and raised a delirious shout of joy.
"Tumble into this bus just as fast as you can, fellows," he cried, "we"ve got to get out of this mighty quick. You can explain the mystery of your being here after we get started."
"But can you carry the whole bunch of us?" asked Billy.
"Easily," replied one of the two observers, who had not spoken up to now. "We"ve just dropped our load of bombs on a few German supply depots, and now we"re running back light."
"All right, then," said Billy, "in we go!" And, suiting the action to the word, the four friends swarmed into the airplane, filling the cramped pa.s.senger carrying s.p.a.ce to overflowing. Meantime, the Germans, having found cover, had opened up a brisk rifle fire against the aeroplane, and bullets began to sing through the framework. One of the observers leaped to the ground, gave the propeller a vigorous twist, and as the motor began to roar clambered aboard as the big plane started over the rough ground, b.u.mping and jolting, but rapidly gaining speed.
The Germans broke from their shelter in pursuit, firing wildly as they ran, but although some of their shots came close, none came near enough to do any real damage. In a few seconds, in answer to a quick movement from d.i.c.k Lever, the big bombing machine left the ground, and amid a parting rain of bullets from the Germans, started to ascend in long, sweeping spirals.
The friends were about to congratulate themselves on their safe escape, when suddenly one of the observers, who had been scanning the horizon closely, pointed behind them, and exclaimed:
"Just as I thought! Those two Boche planes that we saw getting ready to come after us just after we dropped our last bomb are coming up fast.