Victor smiled and teased his small straw-coloured moustache with his thumb and middle finger. "There are a few bright spots left, thank you!" He began to explain to a novice what life at the front was really like. n.o.body who had seen service talked about the war, or thought about it; it was merely a condition under which they lived. Men talked about the particular regiment they were jealous of, or the favoured division that was put in for all the show fighting. Everybody thought about his own game, his personal life that he managed to keep going in spite of discipline; his next leave, how to get champagne without paying for it, dodging the guard, getting into sc.r.a.pes with women and getting out again. "Are you quick with your French?" he asked.
Claude grinned. "Not especially."
"You"d better brush up on it if you want to do anything with French girls. I hear your M.P."s are very strict. You must be able to toss the word the minute you see a skirt, and make your date before the guard gets onto you."
"I suppose French girls haven"t any scruples?" Claude remarked carelessly.
Victor shrugged his narrow shoulders. "I haven"t found that girls have many, anywhere. When we Canadians were training in England, we all had our week-end wives. I believe the girls in Crystal Lake used to be more or less fussy,--but that"s long ago and far away. You won"t have any difficulty."
When Victor was in the middle of a tale of amorous adventure, a little different from any Claude had ever heard, Tod Fanning joined them. The aviator did not acknowledge the presence of a new listener, but when he had finished his story, walked away with his special swagger, his eyes fixed upon the distance.
Fanning looked after him with disgust. "Do you believe him? I don"t think he"s any such heart-smasher. I like his nerve, calling you "Leftenant"! When he speaks to me he"ll have to say Lootenant, or I"ll spoil his beauty."
That day the men remembered long afterward, for it was the end of the fine weather, and of those first long, carefree days at sea.
In the afternoon Claude and the young Marine, the Virginian and Fanning, sat together in the sun watching the water scoop itself out in hollows and pile itself up in blue, rolling hills. Usher was telling his companions a long story about the landing of the Marines at Vera Cruz.
"It"s a great old town," he concluded. "One thing there I"ll never forget. Some of the natives took a few of us out to the old prison that stands on a rock in the sea. We put in the whole day there, and it wasn"t any tourist show, believe me! We went down into dungeons underneath the water where they used to keep State prisoners, kept them buried alive for years. We saw all the old instruments of torture; rusty iron cages where a man couldn"t lie down or stand up, but had to sit bent over till he grew crooked.
It made you feel queer when you came up, to think how people had been left to rot away down there, when there was so much sun and water outside. Seems like something used to be the matter with the world." He said no more, but Claude thought from his serious look that he believed he and his countrymen who were pouring overseas would help to change all that.
V
That night the Virginian, who berthed under Victor Morse, had an alarming attack of nose-bleed, and by morning he was so weak that he had to be carried to the hospital. The Doctor said they might as well face the facts; a scourge of influenza had broken out on board, of a peculiarly b.l.o.o.d.y and malignant type.* Everybody was a little frightened. Some of the officers shut themselves up in the smoking-room, and drank whiskey and soda and played poker all day, as if they could keep contagion out.
* The actual outbreak of influenza on transports carrying United States troops is here antic.i.p.ated by several months.
Lieutenant Bird died late in the afternoon and was buried at sunrise the next day, sewed up in a tarpaulin, with an eighteen pound sh.e.l.l at his feet. The morning broke brilliantly clear and bitter cold. The sea was rolling blue walls of water, and the boat was raked by a wind as sharp as ice. Excepting those who were sick, the boys turned out to a man. It was the first burial at sea they had ever witnessed, and they couldn"t help finding it interesting. The Chaplain read the burial service while they stood with uncovered heads. The Kansas band played a solemn march, the Swedish quartette sang a hymn. Many a man turned his face away when that brown sack was lowered into the cold, leaping indigo ridges that seemed so dest.i.tute of anything friendly to human kind. In a moment it was done, and they steamed on without him.
The glittering walls of water kept rolling in, indigo, purple, more brilliant than on the days of mild weather. The blinding sunlight did not temper the cold, which cut the face and made the lungs ache. Landsmen began to have that miserable sense of being where they were never meant to be. The boys lay in heaps on the deck, trying to keep warm by hugging each other close. Everybody was seasick. Fanning went to bed with his clothes on, so sick he couldn"t take off his boots. Claude lay in the crowded stern, too cold, too faint to move. The sun poured over them like flame, without any comfort in it. The strong, curling, foam-crested waves threw off the light like millions of mirrors, and their colour was almost more than the eye could bear. The water seemed denser than before, heavy like melted gla.s.s, and the foam on the edges of each blue ridge looked sharp as crystals. If a man should fall into them, he would be cut to pieces.
The whole ocean seemed suddenly to have come to life, the waves had a malignant, graceful, muscular energy, were animated by a kind of mocking cruelty. Only a few hours ago a gentle boy had been thrown into that freezing water and forgotten. Yes, already forgotten; every one had his own miseries to think about.
Late in the afternoon the wind fell, and there was a sinister sunset. Across the red west a small, ragged black cloud hurried,--then another, and another. They came up out of the sea,--wild, witchlike shapes that travelled fast and met in the west as if summoned for an evil conclave. They hung there against the afterglow, distinct black shapes, drawing together, devising something. The few men who were left on deck felt that no good could come out of a sky like that. They wished they were at home, in France, anywhere but here.
VI
The next morning Doctor Trueman asked Claude to help him at sick call. "I"ve got a bunch of sergeants taking temperatures, but it"s too much for one man to oversee. I don"t want to ask anything of those dude officers who sit in there playing poker all the time. Either they"ve got no conscience, or they"re not awake to the gravity of the situation."
The Doctor stood on deck in his raincoat, his foot on the rail to keep his equilibrium, writing on his knee as the long string of men came up to him. There were more than seventy in the line that morning, and some of them looked as if they ought to be in a drier place. Rain beat down on the sea like lead bullets. The old Anchises floundered from one grey ridge to another, quite alone.
Fog cut off the cheering sight of the sister ships. The doctor had to leave his post from time to time, when seasickness got the better of his will. Claude, at his elbow, was noting down names and temperatures. In the middle of his work he told the sergeants to manage without him for a few minutes. Down near the end of the line he had seen one of his own men misconducting himself, snivelling and crying like a baby,--a fine husky boy of eighteen who had never given any trouble. Claude made a dash for him and clapped him on the shoulder.
"If you can"t stop that, Bert Fuller, get where you won"t be seen. I don"t want all these English stewards standing around to watch an American soldier cry. I never heard of such a thing!"
"I can"t help it, Lieutenant," the boy blubbered. "I"ve kept it back just as long as I can. I can"t hold in any longer!"
"What"s the matter with you? Come over here and sit down on this box and tell me."
Private Fuller willingly let himself be led, and dropped on the box. "I"m so sick, Lieutenant!"
"I"ll see how sick you are." Claude stuck a thermometer into his mouth, and while he waited, sent the deck steward to bring a cup of tea. "Just as I thought, Fuller. You"ve not half a degree of fever. You"re scared, and that"s all. Now drink this tea. I expect you didn"t eat any breakfast."
"No, sir. I can"t eat the awful stuff on this boat."
"It is pretty bad. Where are you from?"
"I"m from P-P-Pleasantville, up on the P-P-Platte," the boy gulped, and his tears began to flow afresh.
"Well, now, what would they think of you, back there? I suppose they got the band out and made a fuss over you when you went away, and thought they were sending off a fine soldier. And I"ve always thought you"d be a first rate soldier. I guess we"ll forget about this. You feel better already, don"t you?"
"Yes, sir. This tastes awful good. I"ve been so sick to my stomach, and last night I got pains in my chest. All my crowd is sick, and you took big Tannhauser, I mean Corporal, away to the hospital. It looks like we"re all going to die out here."
"I know it"s a little gloomy. But don"t you shame me before these English stewards."
"I won"t do it again, sir," he promised.
When the medical inspection was over, Claude took the Doctor down to see Fanning, who had been coughing and wheezing all night and hadn"t got out of his berth. The examination was short. The Doctor knew what was the matter before he put the stethoscope on him. "It"s pneumonia, both lungs," he said when they came out into the corridor. "I have one case in the hospital that will die before morning."
"What can you do for him, Doctor?"
"You see how I"m fixed; close onto two hundred men sick, and one doctor. The medical supplies are wholly inadequate. There"s not castor oil enough on this boat to keep the men clean inside. I"m using my own drugs, but they won"t last through an epidemic like this. I can"t do much for Lieutenant Fanning. You can, though, if you"ll give him the time. You can take better care of him right here than he could get in the hospital. We haven"t an empty bed there."
Claude found Victor Morse and told him he had better get a berth in one of the other staterooms. When Victor left with his belongings, Fanning stared after him. "Is he going?"
"Yes. It"s too crowded in here, if you"ve got to stay in bed."
"Glad of it. His stories are too raw for me. I"m no sissy, but that fellow"s a regular Don Quixote."
Claude laughed. "You mustn"t talk. It makes you cough."
"Where"s the Virginian?"
"Who, Bird?" Claude asked in astonishment,--Fanning had stood beside him at Bird"s funeral. "Oh, he"s gone, too. You sleep if you can."
After dinner Doctor Trueman came in and showed Claude how to give his patient an alcohol bath. "It"s simply a question of whether you can keep up his strength. Don"t try any of this greasy food they serve here. Give him a raw egg beaten up in the juice of an orange every two hours, night and day. Waken him out of his sleep when it"s time, don"t miss a single two-hour period. I"ll write an order to your table steward, and you can beat the eggs up here in your cabin. Now I must go to the hospital. It"s wonderful what those band boys are doing there. I begin to take some pride in the place. That big German has been asking for you. He"s in a very bad way."
As there were no nurses on board, the Kansas band had taken over the hospital. They had been trained for stretcher and first aid work, and when they realized what was happening on the Anchises, the bandmaster came to the Doctor and offered the services of his men. He chose nurses and orderlies, divided them into night and day shifts.
When Claude went to see his Corporal, big Tannhauser did not recognize him. He was quite out of his head and was conversing with his own family in the language of his early childhood. The Kansas boys had singled him out for special attention. The mere fact that he kept talking in a tongue forbidden on the surface of the seas, made him seem more friendless and alone than the others.
From the hospital Claude went down into the hold where half-a-dozen of his company were lying ill. The hold was damp and musty as an old cellar, so steeped in the smells and leakage of innumerable dirty cargoes that it could not be made or kept clean. There was almost no ventilation, and the air was fetid with sickness and sweat and vomit. Two of the band boys were working in the stench and dirt, helping the stewards. Claude stayed to lend a hand until it was time to give Fanning his nourishment. He began to see that the wrist watch, which he had hitherto despised as effeminate and had carried in his pocket, might be a very useful article. After he had made Fanning swallow his egg, he piled all the available blankets on him and opened the port to give the cabin an airing. While the fresh wind blew in, he sat down on the edge of his berth and tried to collect his wits. What had become of those first days of golden weather, leisure and good-comradeship? The band concerts, the Lindsborg Quartette, the first excitement and novelty of being at sea: all that had gone by like a dream.
That night when the Doctor came in to see Fanning, he threw his stethoscope on the bed and said wearily, "It"s a wonder that instrument doesn"t take root in my ears and grow there." He sat down and sucked his thermometer for a few minutes, then held it out for inspection. Claude looked at it and told him he ought to go to bed.
"Then who"s to be up and around? No bed for me, tonight. But I will have a hot bath by and by."