Bombing raid, photographic reconnaissance and long-distance scouting kept the airmen busy. New squadrons appeared which had never been seen before on this front. The Franco-American unit came up from X, and did some very audible fraternizing with what was locally known as "Blackie"s lot," a circ.u.mstance which ordinarily would have caused Tam"s heart to rejoice.
But Tam was keeping clear of the mess-room just now, and he either sent an orderly with his messages or waited religiously on the mat. As for the officers, he avoided them unless (as was often the case) they sought him out.
Brandspeth brought one of the new men over to his bunk the night the American contingent arrived.
"I want you to meet an American officer, Tam," he yelled. "Don"t be an a.s.s--open the door."
He was on one side of the locked door and Tam was on the other.
Tam turned the key reluctantly and admitted the visitors.
"A"m no" wishin" to be unceevil, Mr. Brandspeth, but Captain Blackie will strafe ye if he finds ye here."
"Rubbish! I want you to meet Mr. Laramore."
Tam looked at the keen-faced young athlete and slowly extended his hand.
"I think you know my sister," said the smiling youth, "and certainly we all know you."
He gave the pilot a grip which would have crushed a hand of ordinary muscularity.
"A"ve run up against the young lady in ma travels," said Tam solemnly.
Laramore laughed. "I saw her for a moment to-day and she asked me to remind you of your appointment."
"An appointment--with a lady? Oh, Tam!" said the shocked Brandspeth, producing from his overcoat pocket a siphon of soda, a large flask of amber-brown liquid and a bundle of cigars, and setting them upon the table. "Really, Tam is always making the strangest acquaintances."
"He never met anybody stranger than Vera--or better," said Laramore, with a little laugh. "Vera, I suppose, is worth a million dollars. She is a citizen of a neutral country. She can have the bulliest time any girl could desire, and yet she elects to come to France, drive a car over abominable roads which are more often than not under sh.e.l.l-fire, and sleep in a leaky old shack for forty cents a day."
Brandspeth was filling the gla.s.ses.
"You"re a neutral, too--say when--I suppose you"re not exactly a pauper and yet you risk breaking your neck for ten francs per. Help yourself to a cigar, Tam--I said a cigar."
"Try one o" mine, sir-r," said Tam coolly, and produced a box of Perfectos from under his bed; "ye may take one apiece and it"s fair to tell ye A"ve c.o.o.nted them."
They spent a moderate but joyous evening, but Tam, standing in the doorway of his "bunk," watched the figures of his guests receding into the darkness with a sense of depression. He had no social ambitions, he had no desire to be anything other than the man he was. If he looked forward to his return to civil life at the war"s end, he did so with equanimity, though that return meant a life in soiled overalls amid the hum and clang of a factory shop.
He had none of that divine discontent which is half the equipment of Scottish youth. Rather did he possess ambition"s surest antidote in a mild and kindly cynicism which stripped endeavor of its illusions.
It was on the Wednesday night after he had written a polite little note to the One Hundred and Thirty-first General Hospital accepting the invitation to lunch and had received one of Blackie"s tentative permits to take a day"s leave (Tam called them "D. V. Pa.s.ses") that the blow fell.
"Angus," said Tam to his batman, "while A"m bravin" the terrors of the foorth dimension in the morn--"
"Is that the new scoutin" machine, Sergeant?" demanded the interested batman.
"The foorth dimension, ma puir frien", is a tairm applied by philosophers of the Royal Flyin" Coop to the s.p.a.ce between France an"
heaven."
"Oh, you mean the hair!" said the disappointed servant.
"A" mean the hair," replied Tam gravely, "not the hair that stands up when yeer petrol tank goes dry nor the hare yeer poachin" ancestors stole from the laird o" the manor, but the hair ye breathe when ye"re no" smokin". An" while A"m away in the morn A" want ye to go to Mr.
Brandspeth"s servant an" get ma new tunic. A"m going to a pairty at Amiens on Friday, an" A"m no" anxious to be walkin" doon the palm court of the Cafe St. Pierre in ma auld tunic."
"Anyway," said the batman, busily brushing that same "auld" tunic, "you wouldn"t be walkin" into the Cafe St. Pierre."
"And why not?"
"Because," said the batman triumphantly, "that"s one of the cafes reserved for officers only."
There was a silence, then: "Are ye sure o" that, Angus?"
"Sure, Sergeant--I was in Amiens for three months."
Tam said nothing and presently began whistling softly.
He walked to his book-shelf, took down a thin, paper-covered volume and sank back on the bed.
"That will do, Angus," he said presently; "ca" me at five."
The barriers were up all around--they had been erected in the course of a short week. They penned him to his cla.s.s, confined him to certain narrow roads from whence he might see all that was desirable but forbidden.
He was so silent the next morning, when he joined the big squadron that was a.s.sembling on the flying field, that Blackie did not know he was there.
"Where"s Tam? Oh, here you are. You know your position in the formation?
Right point to cover the right of the American bombing squad. Mr. Sutton before you and Mr. Benson behind. You will get turning signals from me.
Alt.i.tude twelve thousand--that will be two thousand feet above the bombers--no need to tell you anything. The objective is Bapaume and Achiet junctions--"
Tam answered shortly and climbed into his fuselage.
The squadron went up in twos, the fighting machines first, the heavier bombing airplanes last. For twenty minutes they maneuvered for position, and presently the leader"s machine spluttered little b.a.l.l.s of colored lights and the squadron moved eastward--a great diamond-shaped flock, filling the air and the earth with a tremulous roar of sound.
They reached their objectives without effective opposition. First, the junction to the north of Bapaume, then the web of sidings at Achiet smoked and flamed under the heavy bombardment. Quick splashes of light where the bombs exploded, great columns of gray smoke mushrooming up to the sky, then feeble licks of flame growing in intensity of brightness where the incendiary bombs, taking hold of stores and hutments, advertised the success of the raid.
The squadron swung for home.
Tam with one eye for his leader and one for the possible dangers on his flank, was a mere automaton. There was no opportunity for displaying initiative--he was a cog in the wheel.
Suddenly a new signal glowed from the leading machine and Tam threw a quick glance left and right and began to climb. The other fighters were rising steeply, though not at such an angle that they could not see their leader, who was a little higher than they. Another signal and they flattened, and Tam saw all that he had guessed.
"Ma guidness!" said Tam, "the sky"s stiff wi" "busses!"
There must have been forty enemy machines between the squadron and home.
So far as Tam could see there were eight separate formations and they were converging from three points of the compa.s.s.
The safety of the squadron depended upon the individual genius of the fighters. Tam swerved to the right and dipped to the attack, his machine-guns spraying his nearest opponent. Sutton, ahead of him, was already engaged, and he guessed that Benson, in his rear, had his hands full.
Tam"s nearest opponent went down sideways, his second funked the encounter and careered wildly away to his left and immediately lost position to attack, for when two forces are approaching one another at eighty miles an hour, failure to seize the psychological moment for striking your blow leaves you in one minute exactly three miles to the rear of your opponent. The first shock was over in exactly thirty-five seconds, and beneath the spot where the squadron had pa.s.sed seven machines were diving or circling earthward, the majority of these in flames.