The franc-tireurs were running towards them.
"They"ll kill us both. Here they come!"
"You stood by me--" said Jack, in a faint voice.
Rickerl looked him in the eyes, hesitated, and cried, "I surrender! Come on! Hurry, Jack--for your sister"s sake!"
XX
SIR THORALD IS SILENT
It was a long run to the foot of the vineyard hill, where, on the crest, deep hidden among the vines, three cannon clanged at regular intervals, stroke following stroke, like the thundering summons of a gigantic tocsin.
Behind them they saw the franc-tireurs for a moment, thrashing waist-deep through the rank marsh weeds; then, as they plunged into a wheat-field, the landscape disappeared, and all around the yellow grain rustled, waving above their heads, dense, sun-heated, suffocating.
Their shoes sank ankle-deep in the reddish-yellow soil; they panted, wet with perspiration as they ran. Jack still clutched Rickerl"s sabre, and the tall corn, brushing the blade, fell under the edge, keen as a scythe.
"I can go no farther," breathed Jack, at last. "Wait a moment, Ricky."
The hot air in the depths of the wheat was stifling, and they stretched their heads above the sea of golden grain, gasping like fishes in a bowl.
"Perhaps I won"t have to surrender you, after all," said Jack.
"Do you see that old straw-stack on the slope? If we could reach the other slope--"
He held out his hand to gauge the exact direction, then bent again and plodded towards it, Rickerl jogging in his footprints.
As they pressed on under the rustling canopy, the sound of the cannon receded, for they were skirting the vineyard at the base of the hill, bearing always towards the south. And now they came to the edge of the long field, beyond which stretched another patch of stubble. The straw-stack stood half-way up the slope.
"Here"s your sabre," motioned Jack. He was exhausted and reeled about in the stubble, but Rickerl pa.s.sed one arm about him, and, sabre clutched in the other hand, aided him to the straw-stack.
The fresh wind strengthened them both; the sweat cooled and dried on their throbbing faces. They leaned against the stack, breathing heavily, the breeze blowing their wet hair, the solemn cannon-din thrilling their ears, stroke on stroke.
"The thing is plain to me," gasped Rickerl, pointing to the smoke-cloud eddying above the vineyard--"a brigade or two of Frossard"s corps have been cut off and hurled back towards Nancy.
Their rear-guard is making a stand--that"s all. Jack, what on earth did you get into such a terrible sc.r.a.pe for?"
Jack, panting full length in the shadow of the straw-stack, told Rickerl the whole wretched story, from the time of his leaving Forbach, after having sent the despatches to the _Herald_, up to the moment he had called to Rickerl there in the meadow, surrounded by Uhlans, a rope already choking him senseless.
Rickerl listened impa.s.sively, playing with the sabre on his knees, glancing right and left across the country with his restless baby-blue eyes. When Jack finished he said nothing, but it was plain enough how seriously he viewed the matter.
"As for your d.a.m.ned Uhlans," ended Jack, "I have tried to keep out of their way. It"s a relief to me to know that I didn"t kill that trooper; but--confound him!--he shot at me so enthusiastically that I thought it time to join the party myself. Ricky, would they have hanged me if they had given me a fair court-martial?"
"As a favour they might have shot you," replied Rickerl, gloomily.
"Then," said Jack, "there are two things left for me to do--go to Paris, which I can"t unless Mademoiselle de Nesville goes, or join some franc-tireur corps and give the German army as good as they send. If you Uhlans think," he continued, violently, "that you"re coming into France to hang and shoot and raise h.e.l.l without getting h.e.l.l in return, you"re a pack of idiots!"
"The war is none of your affair," said Rickerl, flushing. "You brought it on yourself--this hanging business. Good heavens! the whole thing makes me sick! I can"t believe that two weeks ago we were all there together at Morteyn--"
"A pretty return you"re making for Morteyn hospitality!" blurted out Jack. Then, shocked at what he had said, he begged Rickerl"s pardon and bitterly took himself to task.
"I _am_ a fool, Ricky; I know you"ve got to follow your regiment, and I know it must cut you to the heart. Don"t mind what I say; I"m so miserable and bewildered, and I haven"t got the feeling of that rope off my neck yet."
Rickerl raised his hand gently, but his face was hard set.
"Jack, you don"t begin to know what a h.e.l.l I am living in, I who care so much for France and the French people, to know that all, all is ended forever, that I can never again--"
His voice choked; he cleared it and went on: "The very name of Uhlan is held in horror in France now; the word Prussian is a curse when it falls from French lips. G.o.d knows why we are fighting! We Germans obey, that is all. I am a captain in a Prussian cavalry regiment; the call comes, that is all that I know. And here I am, riding through the land I love; I sit on my horse and see the torch touched to field and barn; I see railroads torn out of the ground, I see wretched peasants hung to the rafters of their own cottages." He lowered his voice; his face grew paler. "I see the friend I care most for in all the world, a rope around his neck, my own troopers dragging him to the vilest death a man can die! That is war! Why? I am a Prussian, it is not necessary for me to know; but the regiment moves, and I move! it halts, I halt! it charges, retreats, burns, tramples, rends, devastates! I am always with it, unless some bullet settles me. For this war is nearly ended, Jack, nearly ended--a battle or two, a siege or two, nothing more. What can stand against us? Not this bewildered France."
Jack was silent.
Rickerl"s blue eyes sought his; he rested his square chin on one hand and spoke again:
"Jack, do you know that--that I love your sister?"
"Her last letter said as much," replied Jack, coldly.
Rickerl watched his face.
"You are sorry?"
"I don"t know; I had hoped she would marry an American. Have you spoken?"
"Yes." This was a chivalrous falsehood; it was Dorothy who had spoken first, there in the gravel drive as he rode away from Morteyn.
Jack glanced at him angrily.
"It was not honourable," he said; "my aunt"s permission should have been asked, as you know; also, incidentally, my own.
Does--does Dorothy care for you? Oh, you need not answer that; I think she does. Well, this war may change things."
"Yes," said Rickerl, sadly.
"I don"t mean that," cried Jack; "Heaven knows I wouldn"t have you hurt, Ricky; don"t think I meant that--"
"I don"t," said Rickerl, half smiling; "you risked your skin to save me half an hour ago."
"And you called off your b.l.o.o.d.y pack of hangmen for me," said Jack; "I"m devilish grateful, Ricky--indeed I am--and you know I"d be glad to have you in the family if--if it wasn"t for this cursed war. Never mind, Dorothy generally has what she wants, even if it"s--"
"Even if it"s an Uhlan?" suggested Rickerl, gravely.
Jack smiled and laid his hand on Rickerl"s arm.
"She ought to see you now, bareheaded, dusty, in your shirt-sleeves! You"re not much like the attache at the Diplomatic ball--eh, Ricky? If you marry Dorothy I"ll punch your head. Come on, we"ve got to find out where we are."
"That"s my road," observed Rickerl, quietly, pointing across the fields.