"Rot!" Freddy snorted. "Who got us out of that room? And who flew that plane and didn"t break our necks, I"d like to know?"
"Yeah?" Dave grinned at him. "Well, who stopped the sergeant from running us smack into those Germans? And who stopped those wild Belgians from stabbing us with their bayonets? And who drove that scouting car when the sergeant had been killed? And who...?"
"All right, all right, boys!" General Caldwell broke it up. "You both did splendid jobs, and that"s fine. And now, about that map. Let"s go back to that. Just a minute."
The General turned and looked at one of his officers.
"Let"s have that map, Saunders," he said.
A major whipped a rolled map from under his arm and pa.s.sed it over.
Another officer got a table and moved it between the two beds. A third officer dug up thumb tacks some place, and the General unrolled the map and tacked it flat on the table.
"Now," he said in his soft voice and leaned over the map. "This little town here. It"s named Spontin. Do you remember if there was a colored pin there?"
The boys bent over and peered at the place on the map where the General had put a finger tip. Freddy answered first.
"Yes sir," he said. "There was a blue pin there. In fact, sir, there were three blue pins all in a line. About a quarter of an inch apart. I remember that distinctly."
"I see," the General murmured. "And do you recall if there was a date printed under those pins?"
"Yes, there was!" Dave cried. "Wait a minute. Yes, it was May Sixteenth.
I"ll bet on it!"
"No need of that, my boy," General Caldwell said quietly, and moved his finger. "Now, here. At Vervins, in France. What about that?"
"A blue pin also, sir," Freddy spoke up. "And the date marked under it was May Eighteenth."
"And here at Guise?" General Caldwell asked and moved his finger across the map again.
"Check on the blue pin!" Dave said.
"And I"m pretty sure that date was May Nineteenth, sir," Freddy said.
General Caldwell didn"t move his finger any more. He straightened up and looked around at his officers. They all nodded together and looked very grave. A little bit of panic raced through Dave.
"We"re all wet, General?" he blurted out. "You think we"ve just made all this up? So help me, honest, we...."
Dave cut himself off short as the Chief of Staff shook his head and gave him the ghost of a smile.
"On the contrary, not at all, my boy," he said. "As they would say in the States, I was just checking up. You two most certainly saw the German plan of invasion attack and execution."
"We could be a bit mistaken about the dates, sir," Freddy said in a hesitating voice. "But I"m pretty sure those we gave you were correct."
"They were," the General said, and there was a faint ironic edge to his voice. "You saw what the Germans _planned_ to do. We saw them _do_ it!
They occupied Spontin on the Sixteenth, Vervins on the Eighteenth, and Guise on the Nineteenth. That"s a matter of history, now."
"Good grief!" Freddy exclaimed with a sob in his voice. "They"ve gained that much, sir?"
"And much more," General Caldwell said grimly and took a little box from his tunic pocket. "Now, I have a very important job for you two. Very important! A whole lot depends on your memories, so sharpen them up well. Here is a box of pins. I want you two lads to try and put a pin in this map for every pin you saw in that Intelligence map. Colors don"t matter. These here are all the same. All white, as you see. Now, study this map and shake up your memories well. And here"s a couple of pencils, too. Write down all the dates you can remember. And put them under the right pins, of course."
"Gosh, there must have been a couple of hundred pins on that map, sir!"
Dave said in a weak voice.
"Just stick in the pins you remember," General Caldwell said quietly.
"And the dates, too. All right, let"s get at it, shall we?"
It was well over an hour later when Freddy and Dave leaned back from the map well nigh mentally exhausted.
"Anything else would be just a wild guess, sir," Freddy said. "I wouldn"t be sure of it at all."
"Me too," Dave said. "I"d just get all balled up. Those are all I can remember."
General Caldwell seemed not even to hear them. Once again he was like something made out of solid rock. He sat forward a little, an elbow on the edge of the table and his broad chin cupped in the palm of his hand.
His eyes were fixed on the map, moving from pin to pin. The other officers, and the medical captain stood like statues, almost not daring to breathe. The silence that hung over the office was so charged that Dave was filled with the crazy desire to let out a yell, just to see what would happen. But, of course, he didn"t so much as let out a peep.
Like the others, he waited motionless for the General to speak.
Presently the General raised his head and smiled at them.
"Yes, I most certainly will make it a point that others be told about you two," he said. "I know His Majesty King George will certainly be interested to hear it. You have done a splendid job, boys. I"m proud of you. All England will be proud of you, too. And, as you know, Freddy, England never forgets."
"But, sir," Freddy began as his face got red with embarra.s.sment. "But, sir, if the Germans have advanced so far what good is the information we"ve given you? We"ve given it to you too late."
"In war it"s never too late," General Caldwell said quietly. "True, if I could have seen the map the day you did, why, perhaps things might now be different. But even at that you can"t tell. No, lad, the information has not come to me too late. In fact, it has come to me just in time. I think, boys, that this information will save a considerable part of the British Army in France and Belgium."
The General suddenly got to his feet, and Dave gulped as he saw the fiery look that leaped into the officer"s eyes.
"It depends a lot on the King of the Belgians," he said as though he were talking to himself. "If he lets us down, exposes our left flank, it will be bad. But, without this information I have now, it could well be twice as bad."
"Then there"s something to that rumor, sir?" the medical officer spoke up. "The Belgians may quit?"
"It"s more than rumor," General Caldwell said in a hard voice. "But I pray to G.o.d they don"t. Saunders! Bring this map along, will you? And Freddy, and you, Dave, it was a job well done. I"m proud of you. Very proud. You"ll hear more of this, later, mark you."
As the two boys stared wide eyed and open mouthed, General Caldwell and his Staff officers clicked their heels and saluted smartly. The boys were still in their Seventh Heaven trance when the medical officer returned after seeing the General and his officers to their cars outside.
"A red letter day for you two, what?" he beamed.
Dave gulped for air and slowly came back to earth.
"Boy oh boy!" he breathed. "What do you know! A salute from a General!
Gosh! Say, Captain, could we have some food, and our clothes, now, maybe?"
"All the food you can put in your stomachs," the medical officer said.
"But jolly well no clothes. You two young heroes stay in bed for a few more days, at least. Mind you, now, that"s an order. I may not be a general, but I"m jolly well in charge of this hospital!"
And the medical captain meant exactly what he said. Both Dave and Freddy begged and pleaded to be allowed to get up. They had found that the hospital was terribly short handed, and they were both anxious to do what they could to help. Besides, staying in bed thinking and talking, and talking and thinking was slowly driving them crazy. Regardless of what the General had said each nursed the tiny fear that they had arrived too late with their information. They now knew how far the German hordes really had smashed through toward the coast of France and Belgium, and even to their untrained minds it held horrible and terrible significance.
But the medical captain stuck to his order, and would not let them go.
On the second day after the visit by General Caldwell they were allowed to get up and wander about the hospital wards at will. It was then they discovered that every one in the hospital had learned of their brave and courageous work, and the wounded soldiers heaped praises upon them from all sides. Yet, underneath the praise and the attempts by the soldiers to be cheerful, there was a note of worry, and strain, and a sort of breathless waiting. Dave and Freddy caught the feeling at once and it served to add to the doubt and fears in their own minds that all they had done, and all they had suffered had gone for nought.