So when you"re ready, Rob, start off again. I"ll try not to slip any more. The next time you might see my finish."
"I"m sure it would see mine," remarked Merritt, rubbing the arm he had used in order to tug at Tubby"s great weight.
Luckily nothing more happened, and they were able to reach the opposite sh.o.r.e in safety. Tubby sank down and panted, as soon as he crawled off the end of that fragment of the steel bridge.
"Thank goodness that job is over with!" he exclaimed fervently, "and all I hope is that we don"t have to come back this way."
"Oh! you"re getting to be an expert tight-rope walker by now, Tubby,"
Merritt said encouragingly. "A little more practice, and you could apply for a job with Barnum & Bailey"s circus."
"Thank you, Merritt, but I have loftier aims than that calling," said Tubby disdainfully.
"Well, let"s be getting on," suggested Rob. "We"ve spent enough time here already."
"Thank goodness I don"t have to tramp along soaked to the skin," Tubby was heard to tell himself, with grat.i.tude.
The road skirted the river bank on the side they were now on for some little distance at least. Rob continued to keep a watchful eye around as they progressed. He knew there was always a chance that they might meet some detachment of troops hurrying along; though the fact of the bridge being down must be known to the Germans, and would deter them from trying to make use of this road until a temporary structure could be thrown across the river by their engineers.
Most of the inhabitants had fled from that part of the country. Some may have drifted into Brussels before the capital fell into the hands of the invaders, when August was two-thirds gone; and they had remained there ever since. Others had fled in the direction of Ghent and Antwerp, in the hope that these cities might hold out against the German army.
Several times they saw old men at work in the fields, trying to save a part of their farm crops, though without horses they could do little.
Every beast of burden had been drafted for one or the other army; what the Belgians missed the Germans had certainly commandeered to take the place of horses lost in the numerous fierce engagements thus far fought.
On consulting his little chart Rob soon found that it would be necessary for them to abandon this good road, and take to a smaller one that branched off from it, winding in through the trees, and past farms that had been thrifty before this blight fell on the land.
"Here"s a wood ahead of us that looks as if it covered considerable territory, and you don"t often see such a bunch of timber in Belgium,"
Merritt announced presently.
"Because, with seven million inhabitants to such a small area," added Rob, "it"s always been necessary that they employ what is called intensive farming. That is, they get as much out of the soil as possible, even to several crops off of the same patch of ground during the year."
"Belgium is a busy manufacturing country, too, or has been up to now,"
Merritt continued, which information he may have remembered from his training at school, or else found in some guide-book purchased in New York City before their steamer sailed for England.
"I wonder what we"ll strike on the other side of this wood?" Tubby questioned, always speculating on things to come; and possibly hoping then and there they might run across a hospitable farmer who would kindly offer to provide them with some sort of breakfast.
"That"s yet to be seen," Merritt told him. "Here"s where there seems to be a sort of swampy patch, with water and bogs. Listen to the frogs croaking, will you? And I can see more than a few whoppers, too. Chances are this is a frog farm that supplies the big hotels in Brussels and Antwerp. You know the French are keen on frogs" legs, and pay fancy prices for them by the pound."
"I"ve eaten them more than once," Rob informed them, "and I never had spring chicken that was more toothsome and tender."
Whereupon Tubby cast a wistful eye toward the border of the frogpond, where the big greenbacks could be seen, sitting partly in the water, and calling to one another socially.
The boys kept walking on, and finally came to where the trees began to get more scanty. About this time Rob made a discovery that was not at all pleasing.
"Hold up, fellows," he said in a hoa.r.s.e whisper that thrilled Tubby in particular, "our road is blocked. There"s a whole German army corps camped ahead of us; and it"s either go back, or else hide here in the woods till they take a notion to break camp and clear out. Let"s drop down in the brush and talk it over."
CHAPTER XXIII.
THE FROG HUNTERS.
"That settles me, I guess!" said Tubby sadly, as he followed Rob into the shelter of the brush nearby, from which haven of refuge they might watch to see what chances there were of the big camp, a mile and more away, being broken up.
"I know what you"re thinking about, Tubby," Merritt told him; "that none of us has had any breakfast, and the outlook for dinner is about as tough as it could be."
"Yes," admitted the fat scout, "I feel just like kicking myself, because I didn"t think of doing it when I had the chance."
"Doing what?" asked Merritt.
"Getting that good-natured old fellow at the inn to put us up some lunch," was the explanation Tubby offered. "I guess he"d have done it, too, because he thought we deserved being taken care of, after hearing what the wounded Belgian soldiers had to tell about us. Oh! it"s a shame how all my great thoughts come afterward. What"s the use of locking the stable door when the horse has been stolen?"
"Well, cheer up," said Rob, who, of course, had overheard what was being said; "it may not be a case of starving."
"See here, you don"t happen to have a lot of stuff hidden away on your person, do you, Rob?" gasped Tubby hopefully; and, as the other shook his head, he continued in a mournful tone, "I thought that would be too good to be true. But please tell us what you mean by saying it mightn"t be so very serious. Mebbe you know of a henroost nearby, where we might find a tough old Dominick fowl that had been overlooked by the raider squads from the camp?"
"If I did I"d tell you, Tubby; but wait a bit, while we watch the camp.
If nothing happens inside of two hours, I"ve got a sort of scheme to propose to you both, and I hope it"ll meet with your approbation."
"Two hours! Two long, weary hours! Gee!" And, as Tubby said this, he proceeded to take in some of the slack of his waistband, possibly meaning to show Rob how terribly he had fallen away of late.
They could see that myriads of men were moving about on the level stretch of country where the invaders were encamped. Fires were going, and doubtless those excellent camp ovens, of which so much had been written, were being used to bake fresh bread for the day. Those Germans omitted nothing that would provide for the comfort of the enlisted men.
"It looks as though they meant to stay there all day," remarked Rob, when they had been observing these things for at least a full hour.
"Oh! Rob!" protested Tubby helplessly, as though the information gave him a severe pain.
"Well, they believe in drilling right up to the minute they go into battle," was what Merritt remarked; "for there you can see a whole regiment of them marching in review past the commander, with others following behind."
"It"s a wonderful sight," admitted Rob. "I never saw soldiers keep step, and seem to be such parts of a machine like that. You"d think they were moved by some network of wires, like a big automatic engine."
"Oh! look what funny steps that first line is practicing!" cried Tubby.
"Why, they must be only boys, and just playing soldiers. See how they lift their feet, and go along like a high-stepper of a horse. Ain"t that the limit, now?"
"I tell you what that must be," said Rob, quickly. "I"ve read about what they call the "goose-step." It"s a flinging up of each leg, as the step is taken, bending the knee, instead of keeping it stiff, like most soldiers on parade do."
"The silly nonsense!" laughed Tubby. "What would I look like trying that fancy step? I thought the Kaiser had more sense than that."
"Hold on. Don"t condemn a thing before you know what it"s meant for,"
said Rob. "There"s an object, and a mighty good one, about that step, even if it does make most people smile when they see it for the first time."
"Then let"s hear what it is, please, Rob."
"As far as I know about it, the object is to strengthen the muscles of the leg, and give those that are tired from a set position a rest. Don"t you see how that sort of a movement relieves the leg? Try it a few times, and you"ll believe me."
"Have you ever seen the goose-step before, Rob?" asked Merritt.
"Only once, in a moving-picture play of the German maneuvers," he was told. "It struck me then as ridiculous; but I knew those German military men had long heads, and would not start a thing like that in a parade without something big back of it. So, when I got home I tried it a few times, and then I saw what a splendid relief that throwing forward of the foot was. There goes another line doing it."