The "Sausage-Killer" was due at 11.20, and at 11.18 Tam saw one solitary airplane sweep wide of the balloon park, and turn on a course which would bring him along the line of the O. B."s. Apparently, the "Sausage-Killer" was not so blessed in the matter of sight as Tam, for the scout was on his tail and was pumping nickel through his tractor"s screw before the destroyer of innocent gas-bags realized what had happened.
"It was a n.o.ble end," said Tam after he had landed, "and A"m no" so sure that he would have cared to be c.o.o.nted oot in any other sairc.u.mstances; for the shepherd likes to die amongst his sheep and the captain on his bridge, and this puir feller was verra content, A"ve no doot, to crash under the een of his wee--"
"Did you kill him, Tam?" asked Blackie.
"A"m no" so sure he"s deid in the corporeal sense," said Tam cautiously, "but he is removed from the roll of effectives."
So far from being dead, the "Sausage-Killer," who, appropriately enough, was ludicrously like a young butcher, with his red fat face and his cold blue eye, was very much alive and had a grievance.
"Where did that man drop from?" he demanded truculently, "I didn"t see him."
"I"m sorry," said Blackie; "if we had known that, we would have got him to ring a bell or wave a flag."
"That is frivolous," said the German officer severely.
"It is the best we can do, dear lad," said Blackie, and didn"t trouble to invite him to lunch.
"Tam, you"ve done so well," said the squadron leader at that meal, "that I can see you being appointed official guardian angel to the O. B."s.
They are going to bring you some flowers."
"And a testimonial with a purse of gold," suggested Croucher, the youngest of the flyers.
"A"m no" desirin" popularity," said Tam modestly, ""tis against ma principles to accept any other presents than seegairs, and even these A"m loath to accept unless they"re good ones."
He looked at his wrist watch, folded his serviette and rose from the mess-table with a little nod to the president.
It was a gratifying fact, which Blackie had remarked, that Second Lieutenant, late Sergeant, Tam, had taken to the mess as naturally as a duck to water. He showed neither awkwardness nor shyness, but this was consonant with his habit of thought. Once attune your mind to the reception of the unexpected, so that even the great and vital facts of life and death leave you unshaken and unamazed, and the lesser quant.i.ties are adjusted with ease.
Tam had new quarters, his batman had become his servant, certain little comforts which were absent from the bunk were discoverable in the cozy little room he now occupied.
His day"s work was finished and he was bound on an expedition which was one part business and nine parts joy-ride, frank and undisguised, for the squadron-car had been placed at his disposal. The road to Amiens was dry, the sun was up, and the sky was blue, and behind him was the satisfactory sense of good work well done, for the "Sausage-Killer" was at that moment on his way back to the base, sitting vis-a-vis with a grimy young military gentleman who cuddled a rifle and a fixed bayonet with one hand and played scales on a mouth-organ with the other, softly, since he was a mere learner, and this was an opportunity for making joyful noises without incurring the opprobrium of his superiors.
Tam enjoyed the beauty and freshness of the early afternoon, every minute of it. He drove slowly, his eyes wandering occasionally from the road to make a professional scrutiny of the skies. He spotted the lonely watches of 89 Squadron and smiled, for 89 had vowed many oaths that they would catch the "Sausage-Killer," and had even initiated a sweepstakes for the lucky man who crashed him.
At a certain quiet restaurant on the Grand" Place he found a girl waiting for him, a girl in soiled khaki, critically examining the menu.
She looked up with a smile as the young man came in, hung his cap upon a peg and drew out the chair opposite.
"I have ordered the tea, though it is awfully early," she said; "now tell me what you have been doing all the morning."
She spoke with an air of proprietorship, a tone which marked the progress of this strange friendship, which had indeed gone very far since Tam"s violent introduction to Vera Laramore on the Amiens road.
"Weel," said Tam, and hesitated.
"Please don"t give me a dry report," she warned him. "I want the real story, with all its proper fixings."
"Hoo shall A" start?" asked Tam.
"You start with the beginning of the day. Now, properly, Tam."
Her slim finger threatened him.
"Is it literature ye"d be wanting?" asked Tam shyly.
She nodded, and Tam shut his eyes and began after the style of an amateur elocutionist:
"The dawn broke fair and bonny an" the fairest rays of the rising sun fell upon the sleeping "Sausage-Killer"--"
"Who is the "Sausage-Killer"?" asked the girl, startled.
"He"ll be the villain of the piece, A"m thinkin"," said Tam, "but if ye interrupt--"
"I am sorry," murmured the girl, apologetically.
She sat with her elbows on the table, her chin resting on her clasped hands and her eyes fixed on Tam, eyes that danced with amus.e.m.e.nt, with admiration, and with just that hint of tenderness that you might expect in the proud mother showing off the accomplishments of her first-born.
"--fell aboot the heid of the Sausage-Killer,"" Tam went on, "bathin"
his shaven croon wi" saft radiance. There was a discreet tap at the door, and Wilhelm MacBethmann, his faithful retainer, staggered in, bearin" his cup of acorn coffee.
""Rise, _mein Herr_," says he, "get oot o" bed, ma bonnie laird."
""What o"clock is it, Angus?" says the "Sausage-Killer," sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
""It"s seven, your Majesty," says MacBethmann, "shall I lay out yeer synthetic sausage or shall I fry up yesterday"s sauerkraut?"
"But the "Sausage-Killer" shakes his head.
""_Mon_ Angus," he says, "A"ve had a heedious dream. A" dreamt," says he, "that A" went for to kill a wee sausage and A" dived for him and missed him and before A" could recover, the sausage bit me. "Tis a warning," says he.
""Sir," says MacBethmann, trembling in every limb and even in his neck, "ye"d be wise no" to go out the day."
"But the prood "Sausage-Killer" rises himself to his full length.
""Unhand ma pants, Angus," says he, "ma duty calls," and away goes the puir wee feller to meet his doom at the hands of the Terror of the Skies."
"That"s you," said the girl.
"Ye"re a good guesser," said Tam, pouring out the tea the waiter had brought. "Do ye take sugar or are ye a victim of the c.o.c.ktail habit?"
"Did you kill him?" asked the girl.
"Poleetically and in a military sense the "Sausage-Killer" is dead,"
said Tam; "as a human being he is still alive, being detained during his Majesty"s displeasure."
"You will tell me the rest, won"t you?" she pleaded. With her, Tam invariably ended his romances at the point where they could only be continued by the relation of his own prowess, "and I"m glad you brought him down--it makes me shudder to see the balloons burning. Oh, and do you know they bombed Number One-Three-One last night?"