"Jeepers, jeepers!" Dave finally broke the silence. "You and that Belgian sergeant are just beginners compared to that guy. My gosh! I know darn well he must have gone right through some of those buildings, instead of around them. Gee, Freddy! Look at those flames! No wonder you could see them for miles. The whole town"s going up in smoke."
"Yes, but look there, Dave!" Freddy cried and grabbed his arm as he pointed with his other hand. "There on the beach. It"s the British army.
Look! They"re even wading out in the water to the boats! It must be too shallow for them to get in any closer. Gee, Dave, _gee!_"
Dave couldn"t speak as he stared at the sight. The words were all too choked up inside of him to come out. The whole beach was practically covered with row after row of British and French soldiers. They stood in long columns of ten and twelve men across, and those columns stretched from high up on the beach far out into the shallow water. In some places cars, and tanks, and trucks, anything on wheels had been driven out into the water and parked side by side, parked hub to hub and planks laid across the tops of them to form a makeshift pier that could reach out into deeper water. But there were only a few of such piers. Most of the columns of men were wading out into the water until it came up to their chests, and even up to their necks.
And out there looking weird and grotesque in the glow of the burning Channel port were boats of every conceivable description. There were row boats, and yachts. Fishing smacks and pleasure yawls. Coastal vessels and ferry boats. Motor boats and canoes. Barges and British destroyers.
Anything and everything that could float had been brought over to help in the evacuation. No, it wasn"t the British Navy taking the British Army home. It was all England come to rescue her fighting men.
Dave and Freddy stood rooted in their tracks staring wide eyed at the historic event that will live forever in the minds of men. Their eyes soaked up the scene, and their ears soaked up the conglomeration of sound. Oddly enough, practically all of the sounds came from off sh.o.r.e.
The blast of whistles, the blowing of signal horns, the purr and the roar of engines, and the shouts of the appointed and of the self-made skippers and crews of the fantastic rescue fleet. The troops hardly made any sound at all. Perhaps they were too tired. Perhaps the roar of battle still ringing in their ears momentarily stilled their tongues. Or perhaps they were content just to follow the next man ahead and pray silently that they would be taken aboard some kind of a boat and sailed away before daylight and the Stukas arrived once again. But the real reason for their strange silence, probably, was because most of them had been there for days waiting their turn, and dodging Stuka bombs and bursting sh.e.l.ls. And after such an ordeal they were too stunned to know or even care about talking. Each had a single, all important goal. A boat of some kind. And they slogged and sloshed toward it, numb to all that was going on about them.
"It"s ... it"s almost as though it isn"t real!" Dave heard himself whisper aloud. "It"s like being at a movie, and seeing something you know was just made up. Gosh, there"s thousands of them. Thousands! I wonder how many have got away already? And...."
The last froze on Dave"s lips. At that moment above the crackling and sullen roar of the flames devouring the city there came the dreaded sound. It was like the drumming moan of night wind in the trees, only it wasn"t. It was a sound that chilled the blood of every man on sh.o.r.e and off sh.o.r.e. It was Goering"s Stukas and Heinkels and Messerschmitts coming up with the rising dawn. For a long second Dave and Freddy heard it, and then it was drowned out by the mounting groans and curses that welled up from the throats of those thousands of soldiers on the beach.
Yet as Dave stared at them, unable to move, he saw that not a man broke ranks. Everybody stayed in his place, as though they were on a parade ground instead of on a beach strewn with their own dead. Rifles and portable machine guns were grabbed up and pointed toward the fast lightening heavens, but no man gave up his place in line.
And then the winged vultures under Goering"s command came howling down out of the sky. Their noise drowned out all other noises, including the noise of the guns that greeted them. It was as though some mighty giant were tearing the roof right off the top of the world. It wasn"t a scream, and it wasn"t an earth trembling wail. Nor was it a continual thunderous roar. It was just a sound that had never been heard before, and, perhaps, will never be heard again. A mighty collection of all sounds in the whole world blended into one mighty inferno of noise.
As Dave and Freddy stood transfixed it didn"t so much as even occur to either of them to run for some kind of shelter. Their feet were lumps of lead and the ground was one great magnet that held them fast. Something spewed up orange and red flame a couple of hundred yards away from them.
It was a bomb exploding, but they couldn"t even hear the sound. Another fountain of flame, and sand showering down over everything, but no individual sound of the bomb going off. A part of the sky overhead turned into a great raging ball of red fire. It tore their eyes upward in time to see a Heinkel bomber outlined in livid flame. Then it was engulfed by that flame and came hurtling down to hit the water off-sh.o.r.e and disappear as though by magic.
It was then, and then only they realized that not all of the planes overhead were German. It was then they saw British Hurricanes, and Spitfires, and Defiants slash down out of the dawn sky in groups of three and pounce upon the German planes in a relentless, furious attack that set them to shouting wildly at the top of their voices. The Royal Air Force. The R.A.F., the saviors of Dunkirk! Outnumbered by the German planes, but so far above them in fighting heart, in spirit, and in real flying ability that there wasn"t even any room left for comparison. A British plane against five Germans, against ten, or against fifty! What did it matter? There were gallant troops to be evacuated back home.
There were fleet after fleet of Goering"s vultures with orders to shoot down the British troops like cattle. Never! Never in all G.o.d"s world as long as there was an R.A.F. plane left, and an R.A.F. pilot alive to fly it!
Suddenly Dave became conscious of a great pain in his right arm. He looked down to see Freddy gripping it tightly with one hand and pounding it with his other fist. The light of a mad man was in the English youth"s eyes. When he had Dave"s attention he stopped pounding and pointed to the left and beyond a short line of bomb blasted wharves.
"Look, look, Dave!" came his shrill scream faintly. "Look off that first wharf. There"s a motor boat. It was trying to get in close, but a Messerschmitt came down and sprayed the chap at the wheel. See! He"s trying to get up. And there"s the Messerschmitt again. Dave! The tide will carry that boat up against those rocks, and smash in its bottom.
Dave! Can you swim? We"ve got to reach that boat before it hits the rocks. Look! The Messerschmitt is shooting again. He"s got the poor chap. He"s got him this time!"
As Freddy screamed in his ear Dave looked out at the boat. It was a long slinky looking power boat, but it wasn"t even slinking along, now.
The lone figure had fallen across the engine hood, and a diving Messerschmitt was hammering more bullets into his body. And a running tide was carrying the craft broadside toward some jagged rocks that stuck up out of the water not two hundred yards away.
Dave was looking at it. And then suddenly he realized that his feet were pounding across the beach. That he was racing madly down the beach toward the water"s edge. And that Freddy Farmer was close at his heels.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
_The White Cliffs!_
By the time they reached the water they had stripped off their hospital jackets, torn free their water canteens, and flung them away. Shoulder to shoulder they splashed out as far as they could, then dived in. They broke surface together and struck out for the helpless craft being carried toward its doom by the tide. Above them raged another mighty battle of the air. Bombs fell close and when one struck the water and went off, a thousand fists seemed to hammer against their chests. Behind them the flames of Dunkirk leaped high, and the glow turned the waters through which they swam to the color of blood. And there ahead of them was the sleek-looking motorboat, like a highly polished brown log drifting on the crest of a shimmering red sea.
A great fire burned in Dave"s lungs, and his arms became like bars of lead that required every remaining ounce of his strength to lift up and cut down into the water again. But he fought back the aches, and the pains, and the gnawing fatigue. And so did Freddy Farmer there by his side. They kept their eyes fixed on that drifting motorboat and they didn"t take them off it until after what seemed like years they were alongside it and hooking an arm over the gunwale. For a moment they just hung there panting and gulping for air. Then at an unspoken signal they each shifted their grip to the small bra.s.s rail that ran along each side from stem to stern, and hauled themselves into the boat.
Not even then did they speak a word, for words were unnecessary, now.
There was a job to do, and a job to be done fast. The rocks weren"t more than sixty yards away. Shaking water from his face, Dave leaped toward the engine hood, lifted up the motionless bullet riddled body and lowered it gently to the deck. At the same time Freddy caught up an oar and rushed toward the bow to fend off the craft should it reach the rocks.
Lifting the engine hood Dave took one look inside and gulped with relief. Messerschmitt bullets had not touched the American built engine.
A quick glance down at the priming can in the dead man"s stiff hand told Dave he had been trying to start the engine when the Messerschmitt first dived. Perhaps he had throttled too much, and stalled the engine. There was no way of knowing that, and no time to wonder about it. If there was something else wrong, and the priming can didn"t do the trick, then he and Freddy could at least save the boat from being slammed up against the rocks.
It was time for Lady Luck to smile again, however. Dave primed the engine, and stepped on the starter pedal, and the engine roared up instantly in full throated song. He leaped for the wheel, yanked back the throttle, and then swung the wheel over hard. The rudder bit into the water, and the power boat slid by the jagged rocks with but a few feet to spare and glided out toward deep water.
"Made it!" Dave shouted wildly.
"Right-o!" Freddy yelled back from the bow. "This is one Herr Hitler doesn"t get, by gosh. Not if _I_ can help it! Oh, Dave, let"s...."
"Me too!" Dave interrupted him. "I know what you"re going to say. Let"s go over and pick up as many of those fellows as we can! You"re doggone right! Here we go!"
At that exact moment, however, the fates of war changed their plans. At that moment a steel fish made in n.a.z.i land slid past the watchful eyes of a destroyer and let go a single torpedo straight into the maze of craft hovering off sh.o.r.e beneath the raging sky battle above. True, only one torpedo. And even as it streaked out from its tube the eyes aboard the destroyer saw it, and the destroyer"s guns spoke ... and there was one U-boat less. However, one torpedo was on its way. And it slammed into the bow of a st.u.r.dy coastal vessel plodding out to the center of the Channel.
In the blaze of light that spewed up from the side of the vessel Dave saw the decks crowded with khaki clad soldiers. Then they were lost to view as the vessel heeled way over and was engulfed in a mighty cloud of smoke. No sooner had what his eyes seen registered oh his brain than he hauled down hard on the wheel and pulled the motor boat"s bow away from the sh.o.r.e and out toward that floating cloud of smoke and dull red flame.
Other boats did the same thing, but Dave and Freddy were closer than any of the others, and they reached there first. Killing his speed as much as possible Dave worked the craft inch by inch toward the cl.u.s.ter of heads that were now bobbing out from under the edge of the cloud of smoke. Then when he was real close he throttled all the way back and let go of the wheel and raced with Freddy to the stern of the boat. They grabbed the first hand stretched up toward them and pulled the dripping figure into the boat. No sooner was he in than they let him shift for himself and grabbed for the next outstretched hand. Then another, and another, and another, until there were no more bobbing heads close to them.
By then other craft had arrived and were picking up survivors from that doomed vessel. As Dave straightened up he stared out across the water just in time to see the last bit of the vessel"s bow slide down below the waves and disappear. One look and then he was pushing through the soldiers he and Freddy had rescued, to the wheel at the bow bulkhead.
Cheers and praise filled his ears but he was too all in to even so much as grin. And, also, memory of that U-boat was still fresh in his mind.
If one slipped past, why not two, or even three? Dunkirk was behind him, and a sky battle was raging high above him, but he did not know what might be lurking in the waters under him. The sooner he got the boat away, the better it would be for all concerned.
He reached the wheel at the same time Freddy did. And hardly realizing it, both grabbed hold. Dave shot out his other hand and opened up the throttle. Together, as one man, they guided the power boat in and around the other rescue craft until they were clear and heading straight out into the Channel. Once there was nothing but open water ahead of them they both relaxed, looked into each other"s eyes and grinned.
"Well, that _must_ be the last surprise, Freddy," Dave said. "There just isn"t anything else that could happen that would startle me."
"Nor me, either!" Freddy breathed. "The excitement"s all over for us, now. In another hour we"ll be in England."
And then suddenly a hand was clapped down on each of them, and a hoa.r.s.e voice boomed,
"Well, of all things! You two!"
They both spun around, then stopped dead and gasped in bewildered amazement. There standing in his water-soaked uniform was General Caldwell, Chief of British Staff. His piercing black eyes bored into theirs, and his teeth showed white in a broad smile.
"Good heavens, you, General!" Dave finally managed to gulp out. "Why, I didn"t even know we"d hauled you aboard!"
"But you did, and thank G.o.d for that!" the General said fervently. "And do you know, it"s the strangest thing ever! I was telling the captain of that boat about how you stole that plane, when the blasted torpedo struck. By gad, it"s incredible. But how in the world did you get here?
and in this boat, too!"
"Later, sir, if you don"t mind," Freddy spoke up and put a hand on the General"s sleeve. "Please tell us the truth. We"ve got to know. The information we gave you wasn"t any help? You got it too late?"
General Caldwell stared at him hard, and then shook his head.
"You"re dead wrong, Freddy, if you think that," he said in his oddly soft voice. "I spoke the truth to you in the Lille hospital. Look back there, both of you."
They turned and with their eyes followed the General"s finger pointing at the beach at Dunkirk.
"That"s the last of the British Army to leave France," he spoke again.
"We"ve been getting them out for days, and against terrific odds. The only reason I was on that boat that was torpedoed, instead of being back there to be the last man to leave, was because I had my orders to return at once and start getting things reorganized. But they will all be in England before this fog gives the Stukas the chance they want. And praise to dear G.o.d for the fog and the rain he has sent us in these days of heroic effort. But, what I am trying to say to you, is this. Had I not received your information in time, thousands upon thousands of those brave chaps would never have been able to reach Dunkirk in time to be taken off. They would now be trapped in France and in Belgium. No, boys, it was not too late. And to you two England owes a debt she will never be able to repay."