"Not much to tell," he repeated. "No, not if Monsieur Sheldon does the telling. But there are others who speak more freely. Your captain, for instance."
Frank flushed uncomfortably and Colonel Pavet laughed outright.
"Bravery and modesty usually go together," he went on. "How about that machine gun episode yesterday, when an American soldier cut down its crew, turned it on the enemy trench and compelled the men in it to surrender? How about the raiding party where five men accounted for fourteen of the Huns? You see, _mon ami_, that I have a good memory for details. Ah, you are blushing. I wonder if you, too, could recall these things if you tried."
"There were a lot of us in on them," parried Frank, "and one did as much as another."
"Well," rejoined the colonel, "I"m proud that a French woman is your mother. You have a glorious heritage in the traditions of two gallant countries. And I rejoice to see the way you Americans are throwing yourselves into the fighting. We were sorely pressed by the Hun hordes and were fighting with our backs against the wall."
"And such fighting!" returned Frank enthusiastically. "The world has never seen anything finer. The spirit of France is unconquerable."
"Yes," replied the colonel proudly. "As one of our great orators has said: "If the men are all killed the women will rise up; if the women are killed the children will rise; if the children are killed the very dead will rise and fight--fight for France."
"But I must go on," he continued, motioning to his orderly to bring up his horse. "I have a long journey yet before I reach the headquarters of my division. I am more delighted than I can tell that I met you as I did. May we meet again soon."
"In Berlin, if not sooner," interjected Frank with a smile.
"Ah, that is it," said the colonel delightedly. "In Berlin! That is the way to speak. It may be a long time, but sooner or later the Stars and Stripes and the Tricolor will wave together _Unter den Linden_. May Heaven speed the day!"
The French officer wrung Frank"s hand warmly, sprang into the saddle, and with Frank"s "_bon voyage_" ringing in his ears, galloped rapidly away.
Twilight was coming on as Frank set out to rejoin his comrades, who were waiting for him at a little distance down the road. His heart was light, for he had news to write his mother that he knew would bring her pleasure.
"Some swell," chaffed Tom, as Frank came up to his friends. "Talking to a colonel as though he were a pal. I wonder that you condescend to talk to us common privates."
"It is a comedown," grinned Frank; "but I"ll try to tolerate you for a while longer. But say, fellows, that colonel is a brick! Not a bit of side about him. And he"s doing a lot for us in the matter of my mother"s property that I"ve told you about."
"That"s bully!" exclaimed Bart heartily.
"I"ll forgive him," conceded Tom magnanimously, "even if he does talk in a lingo that I can"t understand."
"Why, I thought you were a finished French scholar by this time,"
chaffed Bart.
"Do you remember the day Tom tried to ask for soup and got his tongue twisted around "bouillon"?" gibed Billy, with a broad grin.
"Well, I got the soup anyway, didn"t I?" defended Tom.
"Sure you got it," agreed Billy. "I could hear you getting it."
Tom made a pa.s.s at him that Billy ducked.
"Talking about soup makes me hungry," remarked Bart. "If you fellows stand talking here much longer we"ll be late at chow."
"I"d like to have one more look at that hut Rabig"s guarding," said Frank a little uneasily.
"We might stroll down this way again after supper if you like,"
suggested Billy, "but just at present a little knife and fork exercise seems the most pressing business I have to attend to."
Just then their talk was interrupted by a single shot, followed by a volley of them, and looking back in the direction from which they had come, they saw men running in the direction of the hut that Rabig had been guarding.
They turned and ran at full speed and were soon in the midst of an excited group gathered about the hut.
"What"s up?" asked Frank of one of the soldiers.
"Prisoner escaped," replied the other briefly.
"What prisoner?"
"The fellow that Rabig was guarding. Some way or other he got out, managed to strike Rabig down and skipped. Poor Rabig"s pretty badly messed up."
The boys looked at each other.
"_Poor_ Rabig," repeated Tom, and there was a world of meaning in his tone.
CHAPTER X
A GHASTLY BURDEN
The sergeant of the guard came running up quickly, followed by two other officers of higher rank, and a hurried inquiry took place on the spot.
Rabig had been lifted to his feet from where he had been lying, and stood supported by two comrades. Blood was running down his face from a wound in his head. He seemed weak and dazed, although a surgeon who had been hastily summoned p.r.o.nounced the wound not dangerous. He seemed to have been dealt a glancing blow, and, as in the case of all scalp wounds, the blood had flowed freely.
"Bring a seat for him," commanded the lieutenant in charge, and the order was promptly obeyed.
"Now, Rabig," proceeded the officer, not unkindly, "tell me about this.
How did you come to lose your prisoner?"
Rabig looked about him in a helpless sort of way.
"I don"t know," he mumbled. "My head is swimming so that I can"t remember."
"Try to think," said the officer patiently. Rabig seemed to make an effort, but did not succeed and fell back in a swoon that put an end for the present to the questioning.
"Who saw anything of this?" queried the lieutenant, looking about him.
"Does any one know in what direction the prisoner went?"
"If you please, sir," said one of the sentries who had been guarding an adjacent hut, "I saw a man jump on a horse and go through the woods there, but it was getting dark and I didn"t know but what it might be one of our own men. But I ran up here and found Rabig lying on the ground, and the door of the hut was open. I sent a shot after the man on horseback and so did some of the other men, but we couldn"t take aim and I don"t know whether we hit him or not."
"Look alive there," commanded the officer. "Sergeant, take a squad of men and beat up these woods. The fellow may be hiding there. Take him dead or alive."
"Yes, sir," replied the sergeant, saluting.
The soldiers standing by were hastily sent into the woods and others were summoned to join them. The prisoner had got a good start, but by this time the field telephones were busy all along the line and his chance of ultimate escape was by no means bright. But he was a powerful and desperate man, and if he had any weapons at all he would probably make his capture a costly one.