Wherever they are, I"m at home."
"Were you at Vera Cruz?" Claude asked.
"I guess! We thought that was quite a little party at the time, but I suppose it will seem small potatoes when we get over there.
I"m figuring on seeing some first-rate sc.r.a.pping. How long have you been in the army?"
"Year ago last April. I"ve had hard luck about getting over. They kept me jumping about to train men."
"Then yours is all to come. Are you a college graduate?"
"No. I went away to school, but I didn"t finish."
Usher frowned at the gilded path on the water where the sun lay half submerged, like a big, watchful eye, closing. "I always wanted to go to college, but I never managed it. A man in Laramie offered to stake me to a course in the University there, but I was too restless. I guess I was ashamed of my handwriting." He paused as if he had run against some old regret. A moment later he said suddenly, "Can you parlez-vous?"
"No. I know a few words, but I can"t put them together."
"Same here. I expect to pick up some. I pinched quite a little Spanish down on the Border."
By this time the sun had disappeared, and all over the west the yellow sky came down evenly, like a gold curtain, on the still sea that seemed to have solidified into a slab of dark blue stone,--not a twinkle on its immobile surface. Across its dusky smoothness were two long smears of pale green, like a robin"s egg.
"Do you like the water?" Usher asked, in the tone of a polite host. "When I first shipped on a cruiser I was crazy about it. I still am. But, you know, I like them old bald mountains back in Wyoming, too. There"s waterfalls you can see twenty miles off from the plains; they look like white sheets or something, hanging up there on the cliffs. And down in the pine woods, in the cold streams, there"s trout as long as my fore-arm."
That evening Claude was on deck, almost alone; there was a concert down in the ward room. To the west heavy clouds had come up, moving so low that they flapped over the water like a black washing hanging on the line.
The music sounded well from below. Four Swedish boys from the Scandinavian settlement at Lindsborg, Kansas, were singing "Long, Long Ago." Claude listened from a sheltered spot in the stern.
What were they, and what was he, doing here on the Atlantic? Two years ago he had seemed a fellow for whom life was over; driven into the ground like a post, or like those Chinese criminals who are planted upright in the earth, with only their heads left out for birds to peck at and insects to sting. All his comrades had been tucked away in prairie towns, with their little jobs and their little plans. Yet here they were, attended by unknown ships called in from the four quarters of the earth. How had they come to be worth the watchfulness and devotion of so many men and machines, this extravagant consumption of fuel and energy? Taken one by one, they were ordinary fellows like himself. Yet here they were. And in this ma.s.sing and movement of men there was nothing mean or common; he was sure of that. It was, from first to last, unforeseen, almost incredible. Four years ago, when the French were holding the Marne, the wisest men in the world had not conceived of this as possible; they had reckoned with every fortuity but this. "Out of these stones can my Father raise up seed unto Abraham."
Downstairs the men began singing "Annie Laurie." Where were those summer evenings when he used to sit dumb by the windmill, wondering what to do with his life?
IV
The morning of the third day; Claude and the Virginian and the Marine were up very early, standing in the bow, watching the Anchises mount the fresh blowing hills of water, her prow, as it rose and fell, always a dull triangle against the glitter. Their escorts looked like dream ships, soft and iridescent as sh.e.l.l in the pearl-coloured tints of the morning. Only the dark smudges of smoke told that they were mechanical realities with stokers and engines.
While the three stood there, a sergeant brought Claude word that two of his men would have to report at sick-call. Corporal Tannhauser had had such an attack of nose-bleed during the night that the sergeant thought he might die before they got it stopped. Tannhauser was up now, and in the breakfast line, but the sergeant was sure he ought not to be. This Fritz Tannhauser was the tallest man in the company, a German-American boy who, when asked his name, usually said that his name was Dennis and that he was of Irish descent. Even this morning he tried to joke, and pointing to his big red face told Claude he thought he had measles. "Only they ain"t German measles, Lieutenant," he insisted.
Medical inspection took a long while that morning. There seemed to be an outbreak of sickness on board. When Claude brought his two men up to the Doctor, he told them to go below and get into bed. As they left he turned to Claude.
"Give them hot tea, and pile army blankets on them. Make them sweat if you can." Claude remarked that the hold wasn"t a very cheerful place for sick men.
"I know that, Lieutenant, but there are a number of sick men this morning, and the only other physician on board is the sickest of the lot. There"s the ship"s doctor, of course, but he"s only responsible for the crew, and so far he doesn"t seem interested.
I"ve got to overhaul the hospital and the medical stores this morning."
"Is there an epidemic of some sort?"
"Well, I hope not. But I"ll have plenty to do today, so I count on you to look after those two." The doctor was a New Englander who had joined them at Hoboken. He was a brisk, trim man, with piercing eyes, clean-cut features, and grey hair just the colour of his pale face. Claude felt at once that he knew his business, and he went below to carry out instructions as well as he could.
When he came up from the hold, he saw the aviator--whose name, he had learned, was Victor Morse--smoking by the rail. This cabin-mate still piqued his curiosity.
"First time you"ve been up, isn"t it?"
The aviator was looking at the distant smoke plumes over the quivering, bright water. "Time enough. I wish I knew where we are heading for. It will be awfully awkward for me if we make a French port."
"I thought you said you were to report in France."
"I am. But I want to report in London first." He continued to gaze off at the painted ships. Claude noticed that in standing he held his chin very high. His eyes, now that he was quite sober, were brilliantly young and daring; they seemed scornful of things about him. He held himself conspicuously apart, as if he were not among his own kind.
Claude had seen a captured crane, tied by its leg to a hencoop, behave exactly like that among Mahailey"s chickens; hold its wings to its sides, and move its head about quickly and glare.
"I suppose you have friends in London?" he asked.
"Rather!" the aviator replied with feeling.
"Do you like it better than Paris?"
"I shouldn"t imagine anything was much better than London. I"ve not been in Paris; always went home when I was on leave. They work us pretty hard. In the infantry and artillery our men get only a fortnight off in twelve months. I understand the Americans have leased the Riviera,--recuperate at Nice and Monte Carlo. The only Cook"s tour we had was Gallipoli," he added grimly.
Victor had gone a good way toward acquiring an English accent, the boys thought. At least he said "necess"ry" and "dysent"ry"
and called his suspenders "braces". He offered Claude a cigarette, remarking that his cigars were in his lost trunk.
"Take one of mine. My brother sent me two boxes just before we sailed. I"ll put a box in your bunk next time I go down. They"re good ones."
The young man turned and looked him over with surprise. "I say, that"s very decent of you! Yes, thank you, I will."
Claude had tried yesterday, when he lent Victor some shirts, to make him talk about his aerial adventures, but upon that subject he was as close as a clam. He admitted that the long red scar on his upper arm had been drilled by a sharpshooter from a German Fokker, but added hurriedly that it was of no consequence, as he had made a good landing. Now, on the strength of the cigars, Claude thought he would probe a little further. He asked whether there was anything in the lost trunk that couldn"t be replaced, anything "valuable."
"There"s one thing that"s positively invaluable; a Zeiss lens, in perfect condition. I"ve got several good photographic outfits from time to time, but the lenses are always cracked by heat,--the things usually come down on fire. This one I got out of a plane I brought down up at Bar-le-Duc, and there"s not a scratch on it; simply a miracle."
"You get all the loot when you bring down a machine, do you?"
Claude asked encouragingly.
"Of course. I"ve a good collection; altimeters and compa.s.ses and gla.s.ses. This lens I always carry with me, because I"m afraid to leave it anywhere."
"I suppose it makes a fellow feel pretty fine to bring down one of those German planes."
"Sometimes. I brought down one too many, though; it was very unpleasant." Victor paused, frowning. But Claude"s open, credulous face was too much for his reserve. "I brought down a woman once. She was a plucky devil, flew a scouting machine and had bothered us a bit, going over our lines. Naturally, we didn"t know it was a woman until she came down. She was crushed underneath things. She lived a few hours and dictated a letter to her people. I went out and dropped it inside their lines. It was nasty business. I was quite knocked out. I got a fortnight"s leave in London, though. Wheeler," he broke out suddenly, "I wish I knew we were going there now!"
"I"d like it well enough if we were."
Victor shrugged. "I should hope so!" He turned his chin in Claude"s direction. "See here, if you like, I"ll show you London!
It"s a promise. Americans never see it, you know. They sit in a Y. hut and write to their Pollyannas, or they go round hunting for the Tower. I"ll show you a city that"s alive; that is, unless you"ve a preference for museums."
His listener laughed. "No, I want to see life, as they say."
"Umph! I"d like to set you down in some places I can think of.
Very well, I invite you to dine with me at the Savoy, the first night we"re in London. The curtain will rise on this world for you. n.o.body admitted who isn"t in evening dress. The jewels will dazzle you. Actresses, d.u.c.h.esses, all the handsomest women in Europe."
"But I thought London was dark and gloomy since the war."