"Le dernier baiser," said David. "Well, tomorrow we"ll be gone, and the chances are we won"t come back this way."
XVIII
"With us it"s always a feast or a famine," the men groaned, when they sat down by the road to munch dry biscuit at noon. They had covered eighteen miles that morning, and had still seven more to go. They were ordered to do the twenty-five miles in eight hours.
n.o.body had fallen out yet, but some of the boys looked pretty well wilted. Nifty Jones said he was done for. Sergeant Hicks was expostulating with the faint-hearted. He knew that if one man fell out, a dozen would.
"If I can do it, you can. It"s worse on a fat man like me. This is no march to make a fuss about. Why, at Arras I talked with a little Tommy from one of those Pal Battalions that got slaughtered on the Somme. His battalion marched twenty-five miles in six hours, in the heat of July, into certain death. They were all kids out of school, not a man of them over five-foot-three, called them the "Bantams." You"ve got to hand it to them, fellows."
"I"ll hand anything to anybody, but I can"t go no farther on these," Jones muttered, nursing his sore feet.
"Oh, you! We"re going to heave you onto the only horse in the Company. The officers, they can walk!"
When they got into Battalion lines there was food ready for them, but very few wanted it. They drank and lay down in the bushes.
Claude went at once to Headquarters and found Barclay Owens, of the Engineers, with the Colonel, who was smoking and studying his maps as usual.
"Glad to see you, Wheeler. Your men ought to be in good shape, after a week"s rest. Let them sleep now. We"ve got to move out of here before midnight, to relieve two Texas battalions at Moltke trench. They"ve taken the trench with heavy casualties and are beat out; couldn"t hold it in case of counter-attack. As it"s an important point, the enemy will try to recover it. I want to get into position before daylight, so he won"t know fresh troops are coming in. As ranking officer, you are in charge of the Company."
"Very well, sir. I"ll do my best."
"I"m sure you will. Two machine gun teams are going up with us, and some time tomorrow a Missouri battalion comes up to support.
I"d have had you over here before, but I only got my orders to relieve yesterday. We may have to advance under sh.e.l.l fire. The enemy has been putting a lot of big stuff over; he wants to cut off that trench."
Claude and David got into a fresh sh.e.l.l hole, under the half-burned scrub, and fell asleep. They were awakened at dusk by heavy artillery fire from the north.
At ten o"clock the Battalion, after a hot meal, began to advance through almost impa.s.sable country. The guns must have been pounding away at the same range for a long while; the ground was worked and kneaded until it was soft as dough, though no rain had fallen for a week. Barclay Owens and his engineers were throwing down a plank road to get food and the ammunition wagons across.
Big sh.e.l.ls were coming over at intervals of twelve minutes. The intervals were so regular that it was quite possible to get forward without damage. While B Company was pulling through the sh.e.l.l area, Colonel Scott overtook them, on foot, his orderly leading his horse.
"Know anything about that light over there, Wheeler?" he asked.
"Well, it oughtn"t to be there. Come along and see."
The light was a mere match-head down in the ground, Claude hadn"t noticed it before. He followed the Colonel, and when they reached the spark they found three officers of A Company crouching in a sh.e.l.l crater, covered with a piece of sheet-iron.
"Put out that light," called the Colonel sharply. "What"s the matter, Captain Brace?"
A young man rose quickly. "I"m waiting for the water, sir. It"s coming up on mules, in petrol cases, and I don"t want to get separated from it. The ground"s so bad here the drivers are likely to get lost."
"Don"t wait more than twenty minutes. You must get up and take your position on time, that"s the important thing, water or no water."
As the Colonel and Claude hurried back to overtake the Company, five big sh.e.l.ls screamed over them in rapid succession. "Run, sir," the orderly called. "They"re getting on to us; they"ve shortened the range."
"That light back there was just enough to give them an idea," the Colonel muttered.
The bad ground continued for about a mile, and then the advance reached Headquarters, behind the eighth trench of the great system of trenches. It was an old farmhouse which the Germans had made over with reinforced concrete, lining it within and without, until the walls were six feet thick and almost sh.e.l.l-proof, like a pill-box. The Colonel sent his orderly to enquire about A Company. A young Lieutenant came to the door of the farmhouse.
"A Company is ready to go into position, sir. I brought them up."
"Where is Captain Brace, Lieutenant?"
"He and both our first lieutenants were killed, Colonel. Back in that hole. A sh.e.l.l fell on them not five minutes after you were talking to them."
"That"s bad. Any other damage?"
"Yes, sir. There was a cook wagon struck at the same time; the first one coming along Julius Caesar"s new road. The driver was killed, and we had to shoot the horses. Captain Owens, he near got scalded with the stew."
The Colonel called in the officers one after another and discussed their positions with them.
"Wheeler," he said when Claude"s turn came, "you know your map?
You"ve noticed that sharp loop in the front trench, in H 2; the Boar"s Head, I believe they call it. It"s a sort of spear point that reaches out toward the enemy, and it will be a hot place to hold. If I put your company in there, do you think you can do the Battalion credit in case of a counter attack?"
Claude said he thought so.
"It"s the nastiest bit of the line to hold, and you can tell your men I pay them a compliment when I put them there."
"All right, sir. They"ll appreciate it."
The Colonel bit off the end of a fresh cigar. "They"d better, by thunder! If they give way and let the Hun bombers in, it will let down the whole line. I"ll give you two teams of Georgia machine guns to put in that point they call the Boar"s Snout. When the Missourians come up tomorrow, they"ll go in to support you, but until then you"ll have to take care of the loop yourselves. I"ve got an awful lot of trench to hold, and I can"t spare you any more men."
The Texas men whom the Battalion came up to relieve had been living for sixty hours on their iron rations, and on what they could pick off the dead Huns. Their supplies had been sh.e.l.led on the way, and nothing had got through to them. When the Colonel took Claude and Gerhardt forward to inspect the loop that B Company was to hold, they found a wallow, more like a dump heap than a trench. The men who had taken the position were almost too weak to stand. All their officers had been killed, and a sergeant was in command. He apologized for the condition of the loop.
"Sorry to leave such a mess for you to clean up, sir, but we got it bad in here. He"s been sh.e.l.ling us every night since we drove him out. I couldn"t ask the men to do anything but hold on."
"That"s all right. You beat it, with your boys, quick! My men will hand you out some grub as you go back."
The battered defenders of the Boar"s Head stumbled past them through the darkness into the communication. When the last man had filed out, the Colonel sent for Barclay Owens. Claude and David tried to feel their way about and get some idea of the condition the place was in. The stench was the worst they had yet encountered, but it was less disgusting than the flies; when they inadvertently touched a dead body, clouds of wet, buzzing flies flew up into their faces, into their eyes and nostrils. Under their feet the earth worked and moved as if boa constrictors were wriggling down there soft bodies, lightly covered. When they had found their way up to the Snout they came upon a pile of corpses, a dozen or more, thrown one on top of another like sacks of flour, faintly discernible in the darkness. While the two officers stood there, rumbling, squirting sounds began to come from this heap, first from one body, then from another--gases, swelling in the liquefying entrails of the dead men. They seemed to be complaining to one another; glup, glup, glup.
The boys went back to the Colonel, who was standing at the mouth of the communication, and told him there was nothing much to report, except that the burying squad was needed badly.
"I expect!" The Colonel shook his head. When Barclay Owens arrived, he asked him what could be done here before daybreak.
The doughty engineer felt his way about as Claude and Gerhardt had done; they heard him coughing, and beating off the flies. But when he came back he seemed rather cheered than discouraged.
"Give me a gang to get the casualties out, and with plenty of quick-lime and concrete I can make this loop all right in four hours, sir," he declared.
"I"ve brought plenty of lime, but where"ll you get your concrete?"
"The Hun left about fifty sacks of it in the cellar, under your Headquarters. I can do better, of course, if I have a few hours more for my concrete to dry."
"Go ahead, Captain." The Colonel told Claude and David to bring their men up to the communication before light, and hold them ready. "Give Owens" cement a chance, but don"t let the enemy put over any surprise on you."
The sh.e.l.ling began again at daybreak; it was hardest on the rear trenches and the three-mile area behind. Evidently the enemy felt sure of what he had in Moltke trench; he wanted to cut off supplies and possible reinforcements. The Missouri battalion did not come up that day, but before noon a runner arrived from their Colonel, with information that they were hiding in the wood. Five Boche planes had been circling over the wood since dawn, signalling to the enemy Headquarters back on Dauphin Ridge; the Missourians were sure they had avoided detection by lying close in the under-brush. They would come up in the night. Their linemen were following the runner, and Colonel Scott would be in telephone communication with them in half an hour.
When B Company moved into the Boar"s Head at one o"clock in the afternoon, they could truthfully say that the prevailing smell was now that of quick-lime. The parapet was evenly built up, the firing step had been partly restored, and in the Snout there were good emplacements for the machine guns. Certain unpleasant reminders were still to be found if one looked for them. In the Snout a large fat boot stuck stiffly from the side of the trench.
Captain Ovens explained that the ground sounded hollow in there, and the boot probably led back into a dugout where a lot of Hun bodies were entombed together. As he was pressed for time, he had thought best not to look for trouble. In one of the curves of the loop, just at the top of the earth wall, under the sand bags, a dark hand reached out; the five fingers, well apart, looked like the swollen roots of some noxious weed. Hicks declared that this object was disgusting, and during the afternoon he made Nifty Jones and Oscar sc.r.a.pe down some earth and make a hump over the paw. But there was sh.e.l.ling in the night, and the earth fell away.
"Look," said Jones when he wakened his Sergeant. "The first thing I seen when daylight come was his old fingers, wigglin" in the breeze. He wants air, Heinie does; he won"t stay covered."
Hicks got up and re-buried the hand himself, but when he came around with Claude on inspection, before breakfast, there were the same five fingers sticking out again. The Sergeant"s forehead puffed up and got red, and he swore that if he found the man who played dirty jokes, he"d make him eat this one.