"It"s pretty bad," I said. "The front"s pierced in several places and we"re back to the Upper Somme. I"m afraid it isn"t going to stop there. I"m off up the line as soon as I can get my orders. Wake, you"ll come with me, for every man will be wanted. Blenkiron, you"ll see Mary and Peter safe to England. We"re just in time, for tomorrow it mightn"t be easy to get out of Amiens."
I can see yet the anxious faces in that ill-lit compartment. We said goodbye after the British style without much to-do. I remember that old Peter gripped my hand as if he would never release it, and that Mary"s face had grown very pale. If I delayed another second I should have howled, for Mary"s lips were trembling and Peter had eyes like a wounded stag. "G.o.d bless you," I said hoa.r.s.ely, and as I went off I heard Peter"s voice, a little cracked, saying "G.o.d bless you, my old friend."
I spent some weary hours looking for West.w.a.ter. He was not in the big clearing station, but I ran him to earth at last in the new hospital which had just been got going in the Ursuline convent. He was the most sterling little man, in ordinary life rather dry and dogmatic, with a trick of taking you up sharply which didn"t make him popular. Now he was lying very stiff and quiet in the hospital bed, and his blue eyes were solemn and pathetic like a sick dog"s.
"There"s nothing much wrong with me," he said, in reply to my question. "A sh.e.l.l dropped beside me and damaged my foot. They say they"ll have to cut it off ... I"ve an easier mind now you"re here, Hannay. Of course you"ll take over from Masterton. He"s a good man but not quite up to his job. Poor Fraser-you"ve heard about Fraser. He was done in at the very start. Yes, a sh.e.l.l. And Lefroy. If he"s alive and not too badly smashed the Hun has got a troublesome prisoner."
He was too sick to talk, but he wouldn"t let me go.
"The division was all right. Don"t you believe anyone who says we didn"t fight like heroes. Our outpost line held up the Hun for six hours, and only about a dozen men came back. We could have stuck it out in the battle-zone if both flanks hadn"t been turned. They got through Crabbe"s left and came down the Verey ravine, and a big wave rushed Shropshire Wood ... We fought it out yard by yard and didn"t budge till we saw the Plessis dump blazing in our rear. Then it was about time to go ... We haven"t many battalion commanders left. Watson, Endicot, Crawshay ..." He stammered out a list of gallant fellows who had gone.
"Get back double quick, Hannay. They want you. I"m not happy about Masterton. He"s too young for the job." And then a nurse drove me out, and I left him speaking in the strange forced voice of great weakness.
At the foot of the staircase stood Mary.
"I saw you go in," she said, "so I waited for you."
"Oh, my dear," I cried, "you should have been in Boulogne by now. What madness brought you here?"
"They know me here and they"ve taken me on. You couldn"t expect me to stay behind. You said yourself everybody was wanted, and I"m in a Service like you. Please don"t be angry, d.i.c.k."
I wasn"t angry, I wasn"t even extra anxious. The whole thing seemed to have been planned by fate since the creation of the world. The game we had been engaged in wasn"t finished and it was right that we should play it out together. With that feeling came a conviction, too, of ultimate victory. Somehow or sometime we should get to the end of our pilgrimage. But I remembered Mary"s forebodings about the sacrifice required. The best of us. That ruled me out, but what about her?
I caught her to my arms. "Goodbye, my very dearest. Don"t worry about me, for mine"s a soft job and I can look after my skin. But oh! take care of yourself, for you are all the world to me."
She kissed me gravely like a wise child.
"I am not afraid for you," she said. "You are going to stand in the breach, and I know-I know you will win. Remember that there is someone here whose heart is so full of pride of her man that it hasn"t room for fear."
As I went out of the convent door I felt that once again I had been given my orders.
It did not surprise me that, when I sought out my room on an upper floor of the Hotel de France, I found Blenkiron in the corridor. He was in the best of spirits.
"You can"t keep me out of the show, d.i.c.k," he said, "so you needn"t start arguing. Why, this is the one original chance of a lifetime for John S. Blenkiron. Our little fight at Erzerum was only a side-show, but this is a real high-cla.s.s Armageddon. I guess I"ll find a way to make myself useful."
I had no doubt he would, and I was glad he had stayed behind. But I felt it was hard on Peter to have the job of returning to England alone at such a time, like useless flotsam washed up by a flood.
"You needn"t worry," said Blenkiron. "Peter"s not making England this trip. To the best of my knowledge he has beat it out of this township by the eastern postern. He had some talk with Sir Archibald Roylance, and presently other gentlemen of the Royal Flying Corps appeared, and the upshot was that Sir Archibald hitched on to Peter"s grip and departed without saying farewell. My notion is that he"s gone to have a few words with his old friends at some flying station. Or he might have the idea of going back to England by aeroplane, and so having one last flutter before he folds his wings. Anyhow, Peter looked a mighty happy man. The last I saw he was smoking his pipe with a batch of young lads in a Flying Corps waggon and heading straight for Germany."
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
How an Exile Returned to His Own People
Next morning I found the Army Commander on his way to Doullens.
"Take over the division?" he said. "Certainly. I"m afraid there isn"t much left of it. I"ll tell Carr to get through to the Corps Headquarters, when he can find them. You"ll have to nurse the remnants, for they can"t be pulled out yet-not for a day or two. Bless me, Hannay, there are parts of our line which we"re holding with a man and a boy. You"ve got to stick it out till the French take over. We"re not hanging on by our eyelids-it"s our eyelashes now."
"What about positions to fall back on, sir?" I asked.
"We"re doing our best, but we haven"t enough men to prepare them." He plucked open a map. "There we"re digging a line-and there. If we can hold that bit for two days we shall have a fair line resting on the river. But we mayn"t have time."
Then I told him about Blenkiron, whom of course he had heard of. "He was one of the biggest engineers in the States, and he"s got a nailing fine eye for country. He"ll make good somehow if you let him help in the job."
"The very fellow," he said, and he wrote an order. "Take this to Jacks and he"ll fix up a temporary commission. Your man can find a uniform somewhere in Amiens."
After that I went to the detail camp and found that Ivery had duly arrived.
"The prisoner has given no trouble, sirr," Hamilton reported. "But he"s a wee thing peevish. They"re saying that the Gairmans is gettin" on fine, and I was tellin" him that he should be proud of his ain folk. But he wasn"t verra weel pleased."
Three days had wrought a transformation in Ivery. That face, once so cool and capable, was now sharpened like a hunted beast"s. His imagination was preying on him and I could picture its torture. He, who had been always at the top directing the machine, was now only a cog in it. He had never in his life been anything but powerful; now he was impotent. He was in a hard, unfamiliar world, in the grip of something which he feared and didn"t understand, in the charge of men who were in no way amenable to his persuasiveness. It was like a proud and bullying manager suddenly forced to labour in a squad of navvies, and worse, for there was the gnawing physical fear of what was coming.
He made an appeal to me.
"Do the English torture their prisoners?" he asked. "You have beaten me. I own it, and I plead for mercy. I will go on my knees if you like. I am not afraid of death-in my own way."
"Few people are afraid of death-in their own way."
"Why do you degrade me? I am a gentleman."
"Not as we define the thing," I said.
His jaw dropped. "What are you going to do with me?" he quavered.
"You have been a soldier," I said. "You are going to see a little fighting-from the ranks. There will be no brutality, you will be armed if you want to defend yourself, you will have the same chance of survival as the men around you. You may have heard that your countrymen are doing well. It is even possible that they may win the battle. What was your forecast to me? Amiens in two days, Abbeville in three. Well, you are a little behind scheduled time, but still you are prospering. You told me that you were the chief architect of all this, and you are going to be given the chance of seeing it, perhaps of sharing in it-from the other side. Does it not appeal to your sense of justice?"
He groaned and turned away. I had no more pity for him than I would have had for a black mamba that had killed my friend and was now caught to a cleft tree. Nor, oddly enough, had Wake. If we had shot Ivery outright at St Anton, I am certain that Wake would have called us murderers. Now he was in complete agreement. His pa.s.sionate hatred of war made him rejoice that a chief contriver of war should be made to share in its terrors.
"He tried to talk me over this morning," he told me. "Claimed he was on my side and said the kind of thing I used to say last year. It made me rather ashamed of some of my past performances to hear that scoundrel imitating them ... By the way, Hannay, what are you going to do with me?"
"You"re coming on my staff. You"re a stout fellow and I can"t do without you."
"Remember I won"t fight."
"You won"t be asked to. We"re trying to stem the tide which wants to roll to the sea. You know how the Boche behaves in occupied country, and Mary"s in Amiens."
At that news he shut his lips.
"Still-" he began.
"Still," I said. "I don"t ask you to forfeit one of your blessed principles. You needn"t fire a shot. But I want a man to carry orders for me, for we haven"t a line any more, only a lot of blobs like quicksilver. I want a clever man for the job and a brave one, and I know that you"re not afraid."
"No," he said. "I don"t think I am-much. Well. I"m content!"
I started Blenkiron off in a car for Corps Headquarters, and in the afternoon took the road myself. I knew every inch of the country-the lift of the hill east of Amiens, the Roman highway that ran straight as an arrow to St Quentin, the marshy lagoons of the Somme, and that broad strip of land wasted by battle between Dompierre and Peronne. I had come to Amiens through it in January, for I had been up to the line before I left for Paris, and then it had been a peaceful place, with peasants tilling their fields, and new buildings going up on the old battle-field, and carpenters busy at cottage roofs, and scarcely a transport waggon on the road to remind one of war. Now the main route was choked like the Albert road when the Somme battle first began-troops going up and troops coming down, the latter in the last stage of weariness; a ceaseless traffic of ambulances one way and ammunition waggons the other; busy staff cars trying to worm a way through the ma.s.s; strings of gun horses, oddments of cavalry, and here and there blue French uniforms. All that I had seen before; but one thing was new to me. Little country carts with sad-faced women and mystified children in them and piles of household plenishing were creeping westward, or stood waiting at village doors. Beside these tramped old men and boys, mostly in their Sunday best as if they were going to church. I had never seen the sight before, for I had never seen the British Army falling back. The dam which held up the waters had broken and the dwellers in the valley were trying to save their pitiful little treasures. And over everything, horse and man, cart and wheelbarrow, road and tillage, lay the white March dust, the sky was blue as June, small birds were busy in the copses, and in the corners of abandoned gardens I had a glimpse of the first violets.