"Someone--a fireman, I suppose--is coming up the stairs, Dale."
"What shall we do with him? Give him his quietus? I still have my hammer."
"No--get in the corner here and watch what he"s after. It won"t help us to hurt him."
The man moved on up the stairs until he pa.s.sed by the spot where Max and Dale were in ambush. He was a fireman, and his object seemed to be to find out at close quarters the extent and power of the fire. As the man pa.s.sed him, Max had a sudden idea.
"We must attack him after all, Dale," he whispered. "Come--help me so that no alarm is raised. I will tell you why in a moment."
Sheltered by the fitful light and occasional gusts of rolling smoke, it was an easy matter to creep upon the fireman unawares and to bring him to the ground stunned and helpless. That accomplished, Max immediately proceeded to remove the man"s tunic and helmet. Dale then understood--it was to be the ruse of the sham sentry outside the power-house over again.
"Now put them on, Dale," cried Max rapidly. "You can then go boldly down and out to the cordon of soldiers. They will let you through without question."
"Not I," replied Dale st.u.r.dily. "I"m not going to leave you like that.
What will become of you, I should like to know?"
"I shall be all right. When the next fireman comes along I shall do the same. Now, go ahead, and don"t delay."
"No," replied Dale decidedly. "I"ll not do it, Max. We will wait for the next fireman together if _you_ will not don the suit."
"Dale--you will do as you are told!" cried Max, roused to sudden anger by his friend"s unexpected obstinacy. "I am Stroke of this crew--not you."
"I know you are, but you are asking too much when you want me to leave the boat. Besides, I should never get through. I can"t muster up nearly enough German. You put them on, old man--it"s no use staying here when you might escape."
"You shall suffer for this, Dale, upon my word you shall," cried Max angrily, as he savagely thrust himself into the tunic, buckled on the belt and axe, and donned the great helmet. "But if you think I am going without you you are badly mistaken. Come downstairs, near the entrance, and I will tell you what I propose."
The two lads descended the stairs, bearing the unconscious fireman between them--for they could not bring themselves to leave him there to burn--until they reached the entrance to the building. There they deposited him just inside the door, in such a position that the first man entering would be sure to stumble over him.
Outside several engines were now in full swing pumping water into the first floor, which was burning furiously from end to end. The fire had spread to the upper floors, and the ground floor had begun to catch in several places. The whole workshop, indeed, seemed doomed to complete destruction, for the fire had obtained such firm hold that the engines seemed to make little impression upon it. From the shouts of the Germans it was clear that they were greatly enraged, and it was perfectly certain that the shrift of the authors of the fire, if they were caught, would be an exceedingly short one.
"Halt here for a moment, Dale, while I tell you what I propose. It is a desperate venture, but if you are still going to be obstinate it is all I can think of, and we might just as well try it as throw our lives away."
"I"m absolutely obdurate, Max. I"m not going to be saved at your expense, so go ahead with your venture."
"Well--it"s this. I am going to sally out, wearing the fireman"s uniform and carrying you in my arms. You are to feign unconsciousness. The idea is that you have been badly hurt, and I am carrying you out of reach of the fire. I have some hope that in my fireman"s garb and with my blackened face they will let me pa.s.s."
"All right--it sounds good enough, Max. At any rate, we shall keep together--whether we sink or swim."
"Come along, then," replied Max briskly, stooping down and lifting Dale in his arms. "Let your head fall back and look as lifeless as you can.
It"s now or never--absolutely."
The cordon of soldiers with fixed bayonets, outside, suddenly saw the fireman--apparently the man who had entered the building a few minutes before--reappear, bearing in his arms the limp figure of a man rescued from the flames. The fireman strode straight out towards them, and as he reached them the men opened to right and left and let him pa.s.s through.
A non-commissioned officer followed him.
"What have you there, fireman?" he asked, as he endeavoured to catch a glimpse of the blackened face that hung so limply down. "Is the man dead?"
"No--he still lives," replied Max, moving on without checking his pace.
Other people were coming up, and his one thought was to get beyond the circle of light cast by the great fire before taking action.
"Set the man down here while I give him a drain from my flask. You must not take him away until my officer has seen him."
"One moment--here is a bank against which I can lean him," replied Max, still moving steadily away. He could see the non-commissioned officer was getting impatient, if not suspicious, and whispered to Dale: "I am going to set you down. Directly your feet touch ground, bolt for the river. I will follow and be there as soon as you; but don"t wait for me.
_Now!_"
As he spoke, Max slowly lowered Dale to the ground. The soldier was close by, but none else was within some yards. They were beyond the circle of bright light cast by the fire, and a few yards would take them into darkness, which was pitchy to anyone coming from the vicinity of the fire. The chance of escape was good, and Max, the time for resolute action at hand, felt his heart bound with fresh hope and energy.
The moment Dale"s feet were on the ground Max gave him a push in the direction of the river and off he flew. Almost simultaneously Max seized his helmet and dashed it in the face of the soldier, who had raised a shout of alarm and was on the point of chasing Dale. The sudden blow disconcerted the man, and he hung in the wind for a moment. The supposed injured man might be an enemy, but it was certain this aggressive fireman was one, and, as Max darted off, the soldier turned, lifted his rifle, and aimed a shot at him.
Max had little fear of the man"s rifle. It was too dark, and he was moving too rapidly and erratically, for anyone to take good aim. The bullet pa.s.sed wide of the mark, and the soldier, realizing his mistake in not pursuing at once, instead of wasting precious moments in firing, put his rifle at the trail and rushed madly after, shouting to his comrades and all who might be within hearing that a spy was on the point of escaping.
Max knew the ground and the soldier did not, so Max had no difficulty in increasing his lead. He could see Dale a dozen yards ahead, and by the time he reached the bank had caught him up.
"In at once, and dive down-stream, Dale!" he cried, and without a moment"s pause they both tumbled in, anyhow, and struck out with all their strength down-stream.
CHAPTER XIII
The German Counter-stroke
The fury of the German military governor and his staff at the destruction of the largest workshop in the Durend concern could hardly have been greater had the town under their charge successfully revolted.
For the fifth time at least the Durend works--which the Germans had looked upon as peculiarly their own--had been the scene of successful blows against their authority. These exploits were too extensive and too public to be hidden, and the Walloon workmen of Liege--never a docile race--had been progressively encouraged to commit similar acts elsewhere, or to resist pa.s.sively the pressure of their German taskmasters.
In the view of the German governor it was imperative that a blow, and a stunning one, should be struck at this tendency among the Liege workmen.
Had the authors of this latest outrage been captured, an example would have been easy. Unfortunately, they had again escaped, and in a manner so impudent and daring that the exasperation of the Germans was greatly intensified. Rewards had been offered before and had proved fruitless.
On this occasion the governor resolved to sweep aside what he termed trifles, and to use firmly and pitilessly a weapon of terror already in his hands.
The Durend yards had been entirely closed the moment intelligence had reached M. Schenk that suspicious persons had broken into one of the idle workshops. After the fire all workmen found within the yard had been closely examined, and those definitely known to have Belgian sympathies placed under arrest. These men numbered thirty-nine, and it was by using them as hostages that the German governor intended to strike terror into the hearts of the Walloons. They were hurried before a military court, briefly examined, and found guilty of conspiring against the German military occupation. Sentence of death followed as a matter of course.
Max and Dale had reached their lodging without any particular difficulty, after again taking refuge in the waters of the Meuse. They were tired out with their all-night exploit, and, removing their wet garments, tumbled heavily into bed. It was thus late in the afternoon before they heard from the landlord of their house the news that the German governor intended to execute all the Belgian workmen caught within the precincts of the Durend yards. Even then they could hardly bring themselves to believe it.
"It"s too rascally even for the Germans, Max," declared Dale at last.
"It"s probably only a threat to force one of them to give away his fellows."
"Maybe, Dale, but I know enough of the Germans to believe that if they don"t succeed they will not hesitate to carry out the sentence."
"The cold-blooded murderers!" cried Dale hotly.
"Yes," replied Max in a strained voice, as he began to pace slowly up and down the length of their room. "Yes, they are; but shall not we have really had a hand in their deaths?"
"Not one jot," cried Dale emphatically. "No particle of blame can be laid at our door if they are foully done to death."
"Had we not so hara.s.sed the Germans, these men would not be under sentence of death," Max went on, half to himself. "It seems hard that they must die for our success."
"Bah! They die for Belgium and to proclaim to the world that the Germans must be crushed," cried Dale contemptuously. "No, Max, we have nothing to reproach ourselves with in this business."
"No, but still----" Then, rousing himself with an effort, Max went on: "But we need not worry ourselves yet. Will you go into the streets and find out anything else you can? I am going to find Dubec, and we will then see if aught can be done."