"Mum as a oyster, sir--that"s the ticket. Werry good, Mas"r d.i.c.k. A oyster it is."
Ten minutes had pa.s.sed without either of them speaking, when Mathews partially raised himself on one elbow. "If women," he said ruminatingly, "was to have votes, my old girl would run for Parlyment, sure as skittles. I wonder, Mas"r d.i.c.k, if a feller who courted a girl in good faith, and arter a few years found she were Prime Minister of England--would that const.i.toot grounds for divorce?"
But d.i.c.k was asleep, and dreaming of days when happiness was in the air one breathed; when brother and sister had revelled in nature"s carnival of seasons. After several minutes" contemplation of the uncertainty of married life, the old groom followed him into a slumber which was unattended by dreams, but did not lack a sonorous serenade.
II.
The night was streaked with tragedy as the fugitives stole to the road.
The drum-fire of the guns had grown to a roar, through which there came the blast and the crash of siege artillery, shaking the earth to its very foundations, as if the gases of h.e.l.l had ignited and were bursting through. As though by lightning striking low, the night was lit with flashes illuminating the fields and the roads about; and sh.e.l.ls were screaming and whining through the air, winged, blood-sucking monsters crying for their prey. Across a yellow moon broken clouds were driven on a gale that whipped the dust of the roads into moaning whirlpools.
Dense traffic moved sullenly on, the ghostly figures of drivers astride horses that whinnied in terror of the night. Not a light was shown.
There were only the glimpses of the sickly moonlight and the flame-red flashes of the guns; and, unnoticed, Durwent and the groom followed beside a lorry.
Once, as they strode forward in the roar and horror of the dark, they heard the explosion of a sh.e.l.l that, by a trick of ill-luck, had found the road. There followed the shriek of wounded horses, quick commands penetrating the darkness. Corpses of men, dead horses, and shattered vehicles were drawn aside, and the long line that had been halted for four minutes closed the gap and moved on.
When they reached the turn in the road, they left the shadowy procession and made for the river by following a soft wagon-path that cut across the fields. For two hours they hurried on through the night"s madness. More than once they were almost thrown to the ground by the terrific explosion of heavy guns that had taken up positions by the path; and by the flashes in the fields they could see the weird figures of the gunners toiling at their work of death.
As they neared the river they caught a glimpse of coloured flares not far ahead, and there came a momentary lull in the confused bombardment.
"Listen!" cried d.i.c.k.
From somewhere on the banks of the river there was the sound of rifle-fire, and the rat-tat-tat-tat of machine-guns, like the rattle of riveters at work on a steel structure.
Following a tow-path which ran by the river, they appeared to be entering a zone of comparative quiet. Although the sound of rifle-fire grew more clear, the noise of the guns came from behind them, but to the right and the left. For an hour they ran rapidly forward, and it seemed that the tide of battle had swept to the north, leaving this area denuded of troops. They saw neither guns nor infantry, although a renewed burst of machine-gun fire told them they were nearing their unknown destination.
They had not started from their hiding-place until nearly midnight, and as they reached a slight rise of the ground they could see that the darkness was slowly lifting with day"s approach.
"See, sir," said the groom, pointing ahead, "yonder side o" the river to the right."
"I can"t see anything,"
"Look "ee, Mas"r d.i.c.k. Follow the river. I think that that there gray streak is a bridge."
It was not until they had gone ahead a considerable distance that Durwent could make out a heavy bridge spanning the river, which ran with a swift current, and was more than two hundred feet in width. A blurring red was tinting the black clouds in the east as they crept along the path, when they heard a sharp challenge.
"Friends," cried d.i.c.k, and halted.
"Stand still until I give you the once over." An American corporal, who had apparently been running and was out of breath, came up to them, carrying a revolver, and looked closely into their faces.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Stragglers," answered Durwent, "separated from our unit."
"Where in Samhill is the rest of your army?"
"There are no troops back here for ten miles," answered d.i.c.k.
The American took off his helmet and wiped his brow.
"Jumping Jehosophat!" he exclaimed ruefully, "do I have to marathon ten miles and back? They sure are generous with exercise in the army. Say, you guys--if you"re on the level about being stragglers, and want a real honest-to-G.o.d showdown sc.r.a.p, you hike over that bridge. Do you see that big tree over in the bush? Can you make it out? Well, when you get across the river, just line your lamps on that tree, and after half a mile or so you"ll come to a sunken road. Report to Major Van Derwater, and tell him you"re the only army M"Goorty--that"s me--has found so far.
And tell him I"ll discover the French admiral who is supposed to be bringing up reinforcements, if I have to search this whole one-horse country for him. You"d better get a move on before the light comes up, for, believe me, Lizzie, those Boches can shoot, and if ever they see you coming across that bridge you may as well kiss yourselves good-bye."
Having delivered himself of this expressive monologue, the corporal replaced the revolver in its holster and took a seaman"s. .h.i.tch in his breeches. Again the machine-guns spat out, the sound seeming to be borne on the wind as the bullets traversed the air.
"Gosh!" said the corporal, "but I"d give a year"s tips to see that sc.r.a.p out. They had the bulge on us by about three to one, and we had to back up to keep the line straight, but now we"re holding them great.
Say--we"ve got a bunch of bowhunks there who could shoot the wart off a snail. Some sc.r.a.p, believe me. Well, so long."
He had just started off at a run, when he stopped and turned round. "If you ever come to New York, look me up at the Belmont. I"m a waiter there, and I can put you wise to a lot of things. Chin, Chin!"
"Cheerio," answered d.i.c.k, as the energetic corporal disappeared.
"I"m gettin" "ard o" "earin"," said the old groom. "Leastways I ain"t sure I "eerd "im correct. Wot did "e say?"
"Mathews!"--d.i.c.k turned to his servant, and his voice shook with excitement--"there"s a battle going on the other side of the river, and we"re to report to Major Van Derwater. By heavens, Mathews! I feel half-mad with joy. They didn"t get us after all, did they? We sha"n"t be shot like curs, at any rate. Think of it, old man--we"ve won out!
They can"t stop us now"---- His words stopped suddenly. "Mathews," he said, "you must not come. Stay here, and join the reinforcements when they turn up. You have to consider your wife and little Wellington."
For answer the groom started along the path towards the bridge, and Durwent was forced to break into a run before he could head him off.
"Mathews," he said sternly.
"Mas"r d.i.c.k," replied the groom, snorting violently, "you shouldn"t go for to insult me. Beggin" your pardon and meanin" no disrespeck, this here war is as much mine as yourn. Orders or no orders, I"m agoin" to have a howd"ee with them sausage-eaters, and, as that there free-spoke young gen"l"man observed, the bridge ain"t exactly a chancery in the daylight. Come along, sir; argifyin" don"t get nowhere."
Realising that further expostulation was useless, d.i.c.k followed the groom to the bridge. As they crossed it he noted that it was strongly built of steel, with supports that would bear the heaviest of weights. Gaining the opposite side, they waited as d.i.c.k took his bearings by the tree; and crossing a hard, chalky field, they stole towards the sunken road. They could hear the occasional crack of a rifle, and there was the _ping_ of a bullet pa.s.sing over their heads as they pressed on through the lightening gloom.
"Halt!"
A voice rang out, and they were questioned as to their ident.i.ty. On being ordered to advance, they jumped down into a sunken road which const.i.tuted an admirable trench, and were at once surrounded by American soldiers.
"I was ordered to report to Major Van Derwater," said Durwent.
They were asked various questions, and were then escorted a few yards to the right, where an officer was looking over the bank which hid the road.
"British stragglers, sir," said the sergeant who had taken charge of them.
"What unit are you from?" asked the officer.
His voice was calm and deep, but gave no indication as to how he felt disposed towards the two fugitives. In answer to his question d.i.c.k gave the name of his battalion, and Mathews did the same.
"How did you know my name?"
"We met your corporal, sir," said Durwent.
"Where are your rifles?"
"Lost them, sir."
"In what engagement were you cut off from your units?"