"I guess it must have been the picture all right," said Billy, "because certainly it isn"t because of overwork."
"Well, I didn"t claim it was from overwork, did I?" replied Tom.
"I enlisted in the Army to fight Germans, not to work. All I"ve had to do is march twenty or thirty miles a day with a sixty pound pack on my back, but outside of that I must admit that I didn"t do much work, except dig trenches, do sentry duty, and kill a few Huns as a sideline. It certainly is one grand picnic for me, I don"t mind admitting."
"Yes, and to make you like it all the more," said Billy, "I hear that there"s going to be big doings to-morrow--a review, plenty of marching and maneuvering to give the soldiers a good time, and it is expected a pleasant day will be had by all."
"You might know something like that would happen just when we think we"re laid up for a nice rest," grumbled Tom. "But maybe it will rain, and then the whole thing will have to be called off."
But Tom"s hope was a vain one, for the next day broke clear and delightful, with never a suggestion of rain in the heavens.
Reveille blew at its accustomed unearthly time, according to the soldiers" standpoint, and the boys could soon tell that something was "in the wind" by the air of suppressed excitement on every hand.
"Guess you were right, Billy," said Tom, who had not as yet fully recovered from his grouch of the previous evening. "I thought when the armistice was signed that we would be all through with this sort of thing, but I suppose I should have known better."
"We"re not through with it yet, and what"s more, we won"t be through with it for some time to come," said Frank. "Remember, the peace treaty isn"t signed yet, and in Berlin they say they"re not going to sign it. And it"s just a case of where we can"t let up until they do."
"As far as I"m concerned, I wish they wouldn"t sign it," said Bart. "We stopped fighting too soon, anyway. We should have kept on until we"d carried the war on to German territory. It would do me good to see their cities get a dose of the same medicine they handed out to French and Belgian towns."
"There"s a lot of people feel the same way," agreed Frank. "But before we get through with them I think they"ll realize that they"ve got the loser"s end of the proposition."
Just as Frank ceased speaking the bugle blew general a.s.sembly, and the boys hastened to fall into ranks. The officers paced up and down the lines, straightening them out and inspecting clothing and equipment as they went along. Then their captain appeared on the scene and proceeded to make them a short address.
"Men," he said, "the regiment is going to be inspected by General Pershing to-day, and I hardly need to tell every one of you to be right up on his toes. I know you can pa.s.s a perfect inspection, and it"s up to every man to be a credit to the regiment."
After the captain had left the officer next in charge supplemented his word.
"You are going to be dismissed now, and will have a chance to get thoroughly cleaned up and ready for inspection," he said. "Any man that isn"t in first cla.s.s shape by the time a.s.sembly blows again is going to find himself out of luck. Dismissed!"
Everybody saluted, and the Army Boys joined in the rush back to the barracks. The next hour was a busy one, in which razors, combs and brushes were applied vigorously, and the man with a complete shoe cleaning outfit found himself suddenly popular. The scene in the crowded washrooms resembled pandemonium let loose, but in an incredibly short time first one man and then another emerged spic and span, and by the time the bugle blew again there were only a few stragglers who were caught unprepared. These last threw themselves desperately into their uniforms, and two minutes after the bugle sounded every man was standing in his appointed place.
Then followed the preliminary inspection, after which the command "at ease" was given. Everybody shifted to a more comfortable position, and prepared for the long delay that they knew would probably ensue.
"Wonder how long it will be before the general arrives,"
speculated Frank. "It"s only about half past nine now, and I don"t believe he"ll get here anything like that early."
"He"ll probably have lunch first," predicted Tom, gloomily.
"They"ve just got us out here now with the idea that standing will make us grow."
"Aw, snap out of it," laughed Billy. "I knew a man once that died from an in growing grouch, and likely enough the same thing will happen to you."
"It"s just like an in growing toenail, only worse," chuckled Bart.
"Can"t help it," said Tom. "This sort of thing is enough to give any one a grouch. Chances are that General Pershing has forgotten all about us, and we"ll have to stand here until we starve to death."
"Well, you haven"t got to worry about that just yet," said Bart, "because you haven"t much more than gotten through your breakfast.
Why--"
But he was interrupted by the short blast on the bugle that signified "attention," and everybody straightened like a flash. A big gray automobile pulled up in front of headquarters, and from it descended the general, accompanied by officers of his staff.
Punctilious salutes were exchanged, and then the general, accompanied by some of his officers and also those of the regiment, pa.s.sed slowly between the long files of straight-backed soldiers. His searching glance seemed to take in everything at once, but so thoroughly had every one prepared that even his exacting eye could find nothing to take exception to. It was a time of suspense for all the soldiers, as they knew that the least detail of dress or equipment lacking or misplaced meant a visit to the guardhouse. But the inspection pa.s.sed off perfectly, as far as the men were concerned, and soon the inspecting party turned its attention to the barracks. The men were still held in ranks at attention, however, as n.o.body knew what the next step in the day"s events would be.
Not long after the inspecting party had disappeared into the barracks they reappeared and made their way to regimental headquarters. Here they formed in a group, and, as far as the boys could judge, appeared to be awaiting the arrival of some person or persons, as they kept glancing down the road over which the general"s car had come only a short time before.
"They must be expecting some other big bugs," speculated Billy in a whisper, keeping at the same time a wary eye on the nearest officer. "Looks as though this were going to be a red letter day around these diggings."
Sure enough, Billy had hardly enunciated the words when another big military car appeared, dashing up to headquarters at high speed and stopping with a jerk. Great was the curiosity as to whom the last comer might be, and greater still the surprise when the soldiers recognized the well known features of the commander-in- chief of all the Allied armies, Marshal Foch himself!
To the boys the reason for the great marshal"s presence here was obscure, but, as usual, his movements were dictated by very sufficient reasons. He was preparing the future movements of the Allied armies in the event of Germany"s refusal to sign the peace treaty. Where a civilian might have said: "Oh, of course they"ll sign the treaty; what else can they do?" the man who had led the Allies to victory had no intention of leaving the smallest thing to chance. At present he was making an inspection of all the Allied armies at the Rhine crossings, together with their equipment, transportation facilities, artillery, and all the other branches on which a successful advance would so much depend.
After a short conversation in the open, Marshal Foch and General Pershing entered the regimental headquarters, accompanied by the higher officers of both staffs. Meanwhile the boys had again been given the command "at rest," which was a welcome change from the long period of standing rigidly at attention.
After a short interval, the two generalissimos reappeared. This time both entered the car that had brought Marshal Foch to the scene, and the big automobile rolled off in a cloud of dust.
"Guess inspection is over now, and pretty near time, too,"
whispered Tom.
His surmise turned out to be correct, for shortly afterward the regiment was dismissed and returned to the barracks, where shortly afterward the midday mess was served.
But the visit of the two commanders marked the beginning of an era of extreme bustle and activity. Numbers of tanks, both small and large, began to make their appearance in the camp, likewise heavily loaded ammunition wagons and lorries, big field pieces, and all the other equipment that modern warfare has made a necessity.
Of course all this was of the greatest interest to the four Army Boys, as to their comrades, and many were the speculations as to its meaning.
"Looks as though the war had started again," said Bart. "There hasn"t been as much as this stirring since the armistice was signed."
"Either that, or we"re getting all ready to start again, which seems more likely to me. But we"ll probably find out soon enough, one way or another," remarked Billy.
It was in fact the preparation of a new drive that they saw going on about them. And this time, should it start, the drive would not stop its easterly course until it reached Berlin. The Allied leaders were determined to make this advance so irresistible and conclusive that there could be no discussion afterward as to whether the German Army really was beaten.
More men and supplies arrived constantly. Two days after the visit of Marshal Foch and General Pershing a number of aeroplanes arrived, and a flying field was established adjoining the main camp. Here a number of observation balloons were continually being tried out, and it was seldom that one was not hovering over the camp.
"That"s one thing," fellows, that we have yet to try," said Frank, addressing his friends. "We"ve been in the tanks, up in aeroplanes, and about every other place you can think of except a "sausage" balloon. It would suit me fine to go up in one and get a bird"s-eye view of "the Rhine, the Rhine, the German Rhine."
CHAPTER XII
TORN FROM MOORINGS
"No accounting for tastes," grinned Billy Waldon, "but as for me I"d rather have a sausage in me than to be in a sausage."
Little more was said about going up in the observation balloons at that time, but the same evening after colors, as the four friends all happened to be off duty at the same time, they decided to stroll over to the aviation field, as that seemed to offer more things of interest than any other place. As they drew near, they saw that one of the balloons was just being inflated, and they quickened their steps. A few hundred paces brought them alongside the partly inflated balloon, which already was tugging strongly at its moorings as the buoyant gas hissed into it. The observer who was to go up in it was standing near, and seeing the interest the boys took in the process, he bestowed a friendly grin on them.
"Thinking of going into the business?" he inquired gaily.
"Don"t know but what I might some day," replied Frank, in the same vein. "What are the inducements?"
"Well, if you happen to have any troubles on your mind, this is pretty apt to end them all for you, once and for all. I can"t give you any testimonials from others who have used this cure, because after they took it they weren"t giving testimonials any more, but I give you my word that it"s all that I claim for it"
"Yes, but you"ve been up quite a few times probably, and you"re still in the land of the living so it can"t be quite as bad as you say it is," replied Frank, laughingly.