"Well, you can"t take them to St. Omer," the officer said. "A mile up ahead there"s a road to the right. Take it and keep going until you"re stopped. Whoever stops you will give you further directions. All right, off with you. Good luck."
"But, hey, why not St. Omer?" Dave blurted out. "We"ve been taking them there all day."
"I know," the officer said in a half angry and half bored voice. "But they"ve all been evacuated again. To Dunkirk. Hitler"s lads are in St.
Omer, now. Better hop it. They may be here, soon."
Dave slammed the ambulance into gear and started off. Raging anger surged up within him. He gripped the bucking wheel until his hands hurt.
n.a.z.is are here! n.a.z.is are there! n.a.z.is are every place! Even thinking of the name made him want to start screaming and shouting at the top of his voice. He turned his head slightly and took a quick side glance at Freddy. The English youth"s chin was firm, and there was the same defiant look in his eyes. However, the droop of his shoulders spoke plainly of the bitter thoughts that were sweeping through his mind.
Impulsively Dave let go a hand from the wheel for a second and slapped Freddy on the knee.
"Don"t let it get you down, Freddy," he said. "They"ll trim the stuffing out of Hitler before it"s over."
"Of course," Freddy said in a heavy voice. "I wasn"t thinking of that.
If we could only have reached General Caldwell sooner."
"Gosh, we did our best!" Dave exploded. "And, besides, the General told us it helped plenty. Gee, I hope he just wasn"t kidding us. I don"t think so, though. A man like General Caldwell doesn"t kid, I bet. Well, here"s the road. Wonder where it"ll take us."
They had reached the turn off. So had some Stukas a couple of hours before and they had marked it well with a cl.u.s.ter of bomb craters. Dave had to detour through a field to make the turn but he managed to get back onto the road. To his vast relief he found it hardly touched by bombs and he was able to speed up the ambulance. The good road helped his spirits, too. It boosted them up considerably and a lot of his fatigue fell away from him. The same was true with Freddy. The English youth continued to stare fixedly through the windshield at the glow of the headlights on the road, but his body seemed to straighten up, and there was a less depressed air about him.
However, it was as though it all had been planned by the fates controlling the war and the immediate destinies of these two brave gallant youths. It was as though it was planned for them to be lifted up in spirit, and in strength, so that they might have something left with which to face the next misfortune of the conflict to befall them.
The first indication that there was more trouble ahead came as they roared around a bend in the road, and then the road straightened out like an arrow.
"My gosh, look!" Dave cried and pointed. "Like an earthquake had hit it or something!"
Both sides of the road, as far as they could see in the glow of the headlights, were strewn with heaped up piles of war equipment wreckage.
Guns from machine gun size to heavy howitzers lay scattered about.
Ammunition wagons were over on their sides, their contents spilled on the ground like sand from a box. Sh.e.l.l blasted tanks rested in soft ground at crazy angles, some of them blown wide open, and all of them of no more use to anybody.
"Gosh, like driving through a junk yard!" Dave grunted and unconsciously slowed down the ambulance. "What do you suppose happened? Gee, that"s English stuff, too. See the markings?"
"Yes," Freddy replied. "And I think I can guess what happened. A retreating British column was caught here by the bombers, I think. You can see where the craters were filled in so the rest of them could carry on. What equipment they couldn"t take, they destroyed so that the Germans wouldn"t get it. Look, Dave! There"s another flashlight chap up ahead. And he"s English! I can see him clearly, now."
"Right," Dave nodded as he too caught sight of the khaki clad figure, with an M.P. band on his arm, standing in the middle of the road.
He slipped the ambulance out of gear and let it roll to a stop and stuck his head out the door window.
"We"ve got wounded here!" he said as the officer moved forward. "They turned us off onto this road, back a few miles. Said the next officer we met would give us instructions."
"More wounded?" the officer echoed in an exasperated voice. "I seriously doubt if there"ll be room. But get along. First turn left, and two miles straight. A railroad junction there, and still working, I certainly hope! They"ll take your men. Now, chase along with you!"
"What happened here?" Dave asked and reached for the gear shift lever.
"The worst!" the officer snapped, and gestured with his hand. "Stukas caught a whole battalion. Nasty business! Now, chase, do you hear?"
Dave didn"t wait to argue about that. He sent the car rolling forward and kept his eyes open for the turn to the left. He came to it presently and turned off. It was also more or less untouched by bombs so he could keep his speed steady. In almost no time they came upon a whole army of British soldiers. They jammed the road and overflowed on both sides.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes were turned their way as their headlights cut through the night. A soldier with sergeant"s chevrons on his sleeves rushed up to them.
"Shut off those blasted lights, you fool!" he roared. "You want the Jerry planes to ... Good grief, a couple of _kids!_ What"s this?"
"Ambulance with wounded from Lille, Sergeant," Freddy called out to him.
"The officer back there told us to take them to the rail junction. How far is it?"
"Wounded, eh?" the sergeant grunted. "Well, that"s a sight different.
Keep going. You"re practically there, mates."
The sergeant stepped back and cupped big hands to his mouth.
"Make way!" he thundered at the road choked ma.s.s of British troops.
"Ambulance! Make way there, you chaps! Ambulance! Give them the horn, lad. That"ll make "em jump."
The sergeant barked the last at Dave as the ambulance started forward.
Dave got the car in high then held his hand on the horn. Freddy got out on the running board and started shouting, "Make way for an ambulance!"
at the top of his voice. For two or three awful seconds Dave was afraid that the soldiers were going to refuse to move. But the shouted word, "Ambulance!" finally did the trick. They shuffled off to both sides and left a path down the middle of the road. Driving with one hand and keeping his other on the horn, Dave steered the ambulance down that path until a bomb shattered railroad bridge stopped him. There was no need of going farther anyway.
They had reached the rail junction, or at least what was left of it.
Eastward from the bridge the track was just so much twisted steel, but westward from the bridge it had not been touched, by some strange miracle. There was a long train of some twenty cars on the track with an engine at the far end. Dimmed lights were moving around all over the place like fire-flies on a muggy night. The murmur of many voices filled the air, and as Dave got his eyes accustomed to the scene he saw that long lines of battle weary soldiers were climbing into the cars. And then out of nowhere a squad of soldiers with white bands on their tunic sleeves swooped down on the ambulance.
"Shut off your motor, mate!" a voice shouted. "You won"t be needing it any more. Step lively, you lads. Easy with the poor blighters, now.
That"s the way."
Before Dave and Freddy could climb stiff legged down from the ambulance the white banded group of soldiers had the rear doors open and were gently but swiftly lifting out the wounded on stretchers and carrying them to the train. n.o.body talked. Even the wounded made no sound.
Everybody seemed to realize that all that counted was speed, and they were concentrating on that alone. Dave watched for a minute or so and then went up to the soldier who had given the orders.
"Where"s the train going?" he asked.
"Dunkirk, unless the Jerry fliers stop us," the soldier replied without looking at him. "Any more of these chaps coming along in back of you?"
"This is the last load from Lille," Dave said. "I don"t know about any others."
"Lille?" the soldier gasped and seemed startled. "I thought the Jerries were there!"
"I fancy they are, now," Freddy spoke up. "I say, will there be room enough for us on that train, do you think?"
"Always room for two more on anything," the soldier grunted and watched the stretchers disappear into the maze of moving lights. "You chaps just follow me, and I"ll...."
The soldier never finished the rest of that sentence. At any rate, if he did, the boys didn"t hear him. At that moment there came the faint drone of engines high in the sky and to the east. Instantly it seemed as though a thousand men put whistles to their lips and all blew them at the same time.
"Bombers!" roared one fog horn voice.
"Everybody aboard!" bellowed another.
"Never mind your kit, you men, get aboard!" thundered a third.
"All lights out!" a fourth voice carried above all the others.
In the wink of an eye the moving lights stopped moving and went out. All was plunged into darkness. A darkness filled with grunting sounds on the ground, and the throbbing beat of approaching airplanes overhead.
Instinctively Dave and Freddy grabbed hands and started moving toward the train. No sooner had they taken a dozen steps than they ran smack into a wall of solid flesh. They tried to force their way through but it was as futile as trying to push a tidal wave to one side. They alone were not the only ones trying to get aboard that train. A few hundred others had the same idea.