At last, having crossed a large field, they fell into a well-worn path, and here Tom experienced his moment of keenest anxiety, for the officer paused as if in momentary recognition of the spot. For a second he seemed a bit perplexed, then strode on. Still again he paused within a few yards of the little house where the light had appeared.
But it was too late. About this house a dozen or more figures moved in the darkness. Their style of dress was not distinguishable, but Tom Slade called aloud to them, "Here"s some prisoners we brought you back."
In an instant they were surrounded by Americans and Tom thought that his native tongue had never sounded so good before.
"h.e.l.lo, Snipy," some one said.
But Roscoe Bent was too astonished to answer. In a kind of trance he saw the big Prussian officer start back, heard him utter some terrific German expletive, beheld the others of the party herded together, and was aware of the young American captain giving orders. In a daze he looked at Tom"s stolid face, then at the Prussian officer, who seemed too stunned to say anything after his first startled outburst. He saw two boys in khaki approaching with lanterns and in the dim light of these he could distinguish a dozen or so khaki-clad figures perched along a fence.
"Where are we at, anyway?" he finally managed to ask.
"Just inside the village," one of the Americans answered.
"What village?"
"Coney Island on the subway," one of the boys on the fence called.
"Cantigny," some one nearer to him said. "You made a good haul."
"Well--I"ll--be----" Roscoe began.
Tom Slade said nothing. Like a trusty pilot leaving his ship he strolled over and vaulted up on the fence beside the boys who, having taken the village, were now making themselves comfortable in it. His first question showed his thoughtfulness.
"Is the brook water all right?"
"Sure. Thirsty?"
"No, I only wanted to make sure it was all right. There were some big hogsheads of poison up in the woods where the brook starts and the other feller killed three Germans who tried to empty them in the stream. By mistake he shot a hole in one of the hogsheads and I thought maybe some of the stuff got into the water. But I guess it didn"t."
It was characteristic of Tom that he did not mention his own part in the business.
"I drank about a quart of it around noontime," said a young sergeant, "and I"m here yet."
"It"s good and cool," observed another.
"What"s the matter with Snipy, anyway?" a private asked, laughing.
"Somebody been spinning him around?"
"He just got mixed up, kind of, that"s all," Tom said.
_That was all._
There was much excitement in and about the little cottage on the edge of the village. Up the narrow path, from headquarters below, came other Americans, officers as Tom could see, who disappeared inside the house.
Presently, the German prisoners, all except the big officer, came out, sullen in captivity, poor losers as Germans always are, and marched away toward the centre of the village, under escort.
"They thought they were taking us to the German lines," said Tom simply.
Roscoe, having recovered somewhat from his surprise and feeling deeply chagrined, walked over and stood in front of Tom.
"Why didn"t you show me that compa.s.s, Tom?" he asked.
"Because it was wrong, just like you were," Tom answered frankly, but without any trace of resentment. "If I"d showed it to you you"d have thought it proved you were right. It was marked, crazy like, by that feller I told you about. I knew all the time we were coming to Cantigny."
There was a moment of silence, then Roscoe, his voice full of feeling, said simply,
"Tom Slade, you"re a wonder."
"Hear that, Paul Revere?" one of the soldiers said jokingly. "Praise from the Jersey Snipe means something."
"No, it don"t either," Roscoe muttered in self-distrust. "You"ve saved me from a Hun prison camp and while you were doing it you had to listen to me--Gee! I feel like kicking myself," he broke off.
"I ain"t blaming you," said Tom, in his expressionless way. "If I"d had my way we"d have made a detour when I saw those broken branches, "cause I knew it meant people were there, and then we wouldn"t have got those fellers as prisoners, at all. So they got to thank you more than me."
This was queer reasoning, indeed, but it was Tom Slade all over.
"Me!" said Roscoe, "that"s the limit. Tom, you"re the same old hickory nut. Forgive me, old man, if you can."
"I don"t have to," said Tom.
Roscoe stood there staring at him, thrilled with honest admiration and stung by humiliation.
And as the little group, augmented by other soldiers who strolled over to hear of this extraordinary affair first hand, grew into something of a crowd, Tom, alias Thatchy, alias Paul Revere, alias Towhead, sat upon the fence, answering questions and telling of his great coup with a dull unconcern which left them all gaping.
"As soon as I made up my mind they didn"t belong there," he said, "I decided they weren"t sure of their own way, kind of. If the big man hadn"t taken the compa.s.s away from me, I"d have given it to him anyway.
It had the N changed into an S and the S into an N. I think he kind of thought the other way was right, but when he saw the compa.s.s, that settled him. All the time I was looking at the Big Dipper, "cause I knew n.o.body ever tampered with that. I noticed he never even looked up, but once, and then I was scared. When we got to the marsh, I was scared, too, "cause I thought maybe he"d know about the low land being south of the woods. I was scared all the time, as you might say, but mostly when he turned his head and seemed kind of uncertain-like. It ain"t so much any credit to me as it is to Archer--the feller that changed the letters. Anyway, I ain"t mad, that"s sure," he added, evidently intending this for Roscoe. "Everybody gets mistaken sometimes."
"You"re one bully old trump, Tom," said Roscoe shamefacedly.
"So now you see how it was," Tom concluded. "I couldn"t get rattled as long as I could see the Big Dipper up there in the sky."
For a few moments there was silence, save for the low whistling of one of the soldiers.
"You"re all right, kiddo," he broke off to say.
Then one of the others turned suddenly, giving Tom a cordial rap on the shoulder which almost made him lose his balance. "Well, as long as we"ve got the Big Dipper," said he, "and as long as the water"s pure, what d"you say we all go and have a drink--in honor of Paul Revere?"
So it was that presently Tom and Roscoe found themselves sitting alone upon the fence in the darkness. Neither spoke. In the distance they could hear the m.u.f.fled boom of some isolated field-piece, belching forth its challenge in the night. High overhead there was a whirring, buzzing sound as a shadow glided through the sky where the stars shone peacefully. A company of boys in khaki, carrying intrenching implements, pa.s.sed by, greeting them cheerily as they trudged back from doing their turn in digging the new trench line which would embrace Cantigny.
Cantigny!
"I"m glad we took the town, that"s one sure thing," Tom said.
"It"s the first good whack we"ve given them," agreed Roscoe.
Again there was silence. In the little house across the road a light burned. Little did Tom Slade know what was going on there, and what it would mean to him. And still the American boys guarding this approach down into the town, moved to and fro, to and fro, in the darkness.
"Tom," said Roscoe, "I was a fool again, just like I was before, back home in America. Will you try to forget it, old man?" he added.