So saying, Dacres produced his purse, and extracting five twenty-franc pieces forced them into Kenneth"s hand, abruptly checking the lad"s mingled protestations and thanks.
"Rollo, old man, I"ve brought someone to see you," announced his comrade, as he opened the door of the room in which Rollo was lying in bed.
"Hulloa, Barrington!"
"Hulloa, Dacres!"
That was the prosaic greeting, nothing more and nothing less; yet there was a wealth of cordial surprise in the interchange of exclamations.
The time Dacres had at his disposal was only too short. He was, he explained, a sub-lieutenant in one of the recently-raised naval brigades, and had accompanied an officer of rank upon an important mission to Belgium. More he was unable to say. He had already been to Ostend, and was now about to proceed to Antwerp.
"We"re returning home to-night," he concluded. "If you like to entrust me with a letter, I"ll see that it"s posted safely the moment I set foot ash.o.r.e in England. If I"ve time I"ll look your people up and let them know you"re doing your little bit. It all depends upon whether I can get leave, but we are hard at it whipping recruits into shape."
"Awfully decent chap," commented Kenneth, when d.i.c.k Dacres had taken his departure. "He would insist upon lending me a hundred francs.
Otherwise, old man, we would be on the rocks--absolutely. I"ve drawn three blanks--no uniforms obtainable, no tidings of the Resimont family, and no letters from home. I think we ought to hang on here a little while until your ankle"s fit. We may see the beastly Germans marching through the city, for the burgomaster has gone, so I hear, to obtain terms of capitulation."
"Where are the Belgian troops?"
"Mostly in Antwerp."
"Then if I were you, I"d make tracks for Antwerp while there"s time."
"Are you fit, then?"
"I wasn"t referring to myself. This ankle will keep me here some days longer, I"m afraid. But you go, and if I have a ghost of a chance I"ll find you again within a week."
Kenneth shook his head.
"Can"t be done," he declared. "I mean to stand by you till you"re well again. It would be interesting to watch how those Germans behave in Brussels."
"It"s risky," remarked Rollo.
"So is everything connected with this business, old man. Besides, we are acting under the orders of Captain Doublebois, so that settles it."
CHAPTER XXI
Denounced
The morning of the 20th August--a fateful day in the history of Belgium--dawned, accompanied by a drizzling rain. The sky seemed to be shedding tears of sympathy at the impending fate of Brussels, for, according to the terms of the agreement made between the German commander, Sixtus von Arnim, and the Belgian burgomaster, the invading troops were to march in unopposed.
When the triumphant Prussians entered Paris after the siege of 1870, their pageant-like progress was witnessed only by a few exasperated Parisians from behind the shuttered windows of their houses. The streets along the line of route were practically deserted. Had the Bruxellois adopted a similar plan, much of the effect of the gaudy display of Germany in arms would have been thrown away.
But the citizens of Brussels acted otherwise. In spite of their fear and trembling they a.s.sembled in vast, silent throngs. Curiosity had got the better of their national pride. Those who had good reason to doubt the plighted word of a Prussian took courage at the high-spirited yet conciliatory proclamation of the debonair M. Max, the burgomaster:
"As long as I live, or am a free agent, I shall endeavour to protect the rights and dignity of my fellow-citizens. I pray you, therefore, to make my task easier by refraining from all acts of hostility against the German soldiery. Citizens, befall what may, listen to your burgomaster. He will not betray you. Long live Belgium, free and independent! Long live Brussels!"
Accordingly the citizens, amongst whom were few able-bodied men, a.s.sembled in crowds ten or twelve deep along the princ.i.p.al thoroughfares. Amongst them was Kenneth Everest, who, in his civilian garb, attracted no attention from those who stood near him. Since a dignified silence seemed to brood over the humiliated Belgians, Kenneth had no occasion to speak, and thus disclose his nationality. He knew, by reports from his hostess, that there were spies innumerable mingled with the throng; but he was unaware that he was already marked for denunciation to the German authorities as soon as the Prussian rule was established in Belgium"s capital.
Presently a wave of dull expectancy swept through the heavy-hearted populace. It was now early in the afternoon. From the south-east and east came the faint discord of military bands playing one against the other. Louder and louder grew the noise, till the strident tones of "Deutschland uber Alles", played by the leading regimental band, drowned the chaotic blare of the next.
Craning his neck in order to obtain a clear view through the forest of dripping umbrellas--for the rain was now falling steadily--Kenneth could discern the head of the procession--a general, swarthy and heavy jowled, who scowled under his heavy eyebrows at the crowd as he rode by. He was the personification of German brute force, a stiffly-rigid figure in grey. He reminded Kenneth of a cast-iron equestrian statue smothered in grey paint.
In close formation came the various regiments of the invaders, men whose fresh uniforms and faultless equipment gave the appearance of troops straight from their regimental depots rather than war-worn veterans. And this, in fact, was the case. The men who had learned to respect the courage and determination of the hitherto despised Belgian troops had not been permitted to engage in the triumphal pageant through the surrendered city. Others of the almost innumerable Teutonic legions had been sent forward to impress the remaining inhabitants of Brussels.
Suddenly a guttural order rang out. As one man the grey-clad ranks broke into the machine-like goose-step. Possibly this spectacular display was meant to seal the impression upon the onlookers. If so, those responsible for the order were grievously mistaken. Regarding the action as one of insulting triumph, the Belgians strengthened their resolutions to impress on their absent troops the necessity of resisting to the last cartridge.
With the troops came large transport sections, motor machine-guns, batteries, and siege-trains. During that memorable afternoon nearly fifty thousand German troops poured into the city. They were resolved to hold and bleed the luckless citizens to the last gold piece--an indemnity for non-resistance.
"So they"re here?" asked Rollo of his companion upon the latter"s return. "I heard the din and the terrific discord of their bra.s.s bands. Have they done any damage?"
"Not as far as I could see. It is too early to come to any conclusion.
At any rate, we"ll lie low for a few days. I don"t suppose they"ll trouble us. How"s the ankle?"
For the whole of the next day Kenneth remained indoors with his partly-crippled companion. Perhaps the most galling part of his detention was the total absence of news from without, for none of the papers were permitted to appear.
Small detachments of Germans patrolled the side streets, and, generally speaking, order was well maintained. The conquerors evidently wished to impress the citizens of Brussels with their magnanimous conduct; but, with the record of their deeds against the unresisting villages of the provinces of Liege and Brabant, the Germans made very little headway in gaining the goodwill of the inhabitants.
About nine on the following morning the lads heard a furious hammering on the street door of the house. They exchanged enquiring glances.
Kenneth rushed to the latticed window, opened it cautiously, and looked down into the narrow street.
Standing outside the house were a dozen Prussian infantrymen. A sergeant was about to hammer again upon the door. Beside him stood a lieutenant, drawn sword in hand. A crowd of inquisitive civilians stood at a respectful distance; while, from the windows of the houses on the opposite side of the street, the frightened inhabitants peeped timorously at the display of armed force outside the dwelling of the highly-respected Madame Hirondelle.
"What"s up?" asked Rollo.
"Prussians. They"re after us, old man."
"Nonsense! Why should they be?"
"Someone"s given us away," declared Kenneth savagely. He realized that they were trapped. There was no means of escape along the roofs of the adjoining houses, no place in which to hide without being easily and ignominiously hauled out. Even had there been a chance of getting clear, Rollo"s injured ankle had to be taken into consideration.
They heard the door being opened; the harsh voice of the German lieutenant interrogating Madame Hirondelle in execrable French; then the tramp of heavy boots as the file of soldiers entered the house and began to ascend the stairs.
Rollo sat up in bed. His companion stood by the side of the alcove, gripping the back of a chair.
Then came a heavy knock at the door of the room, as a harsh voice shouted:
"Englischemans, surrender; if not, we shoots!"
Then the door was pushed open a little way, and a spiked helmet thrust forward on the muzzle of a rifle. Finding that this emblem of German militarism was not the object of an attack, the lieutenant plucked up courage and dashed into the room, brandishing his sword and revolver like an eighteenth-century melodramatic pirate.
After him crowded the sergeant and most of the men, two privates being left to guard Madame Hirondelle, in order that she would not be able to communicate with the supposed spies.
Kenneth was roughly seized by the throat. His hands were grasped and tied behind his back. The sergeant then proceeded to ransack his pockets, without discovering any doc.u.ments, incriminating or otherwise.
The unexpended portion of d.i.c.k Dacres"s loan was taken possession of by the lieutenant, whose avidity in grabbing the money seemed to suggest that there was but slight possibility of it finding its way into the coffers of the Imperial treasury.
Meanwhile Rollo had been ordered to get out of bed. His clothes, after being searched and examined, were handed to him.