A squadron of Belgian cavalry clattered by, and Max shouted to the officer in command that a car containing German officers had just driven off and that a detachment of infantry was only a matter of a few minutes ahead. The officer nodded and pressed on, while Max and Dale cheered the men as they rode eagerly by.
"I think we have seen the last we shall see of Schenk, Dale," Max remarked as they crossed the road and entered the Durend yards.
"Yes, and I don"t suppose you, or anyone else in Belgium, will be sorry."
"No; least of all our Walloon workmen. They hated him to a man for his overbearing, tyrannical ways. We are all well rid of him."
The works seemed strangely deserted. The doors of the workshops stood wide open, but inside all was still. The great lathes were just as they had been left, some with sh.e.l.ls half turned, indicating the haste with which the attendants had obeyed the call to go. Other hands would doubtless finish the turning, and the sh.e.l.ls would be fired at the Germans and not against the armies of the Allies.
"I suppose Schenk will have taken all the firm"s cash?" suggested Dale presently.
"Yes, of course. But that will be more than covered by the additions he has made to the buildings and plant since the Germans came. I should think the concern is worth twice as much as when he took it in hand for the Fatherland."
"That"s great! No wonder he nearly went out of his mind when he found he must leave it all intact and in first-rate working order for you to enter into. If he lives until he is as old as Methuselah he will never forget it."
"I don"t think his German friends will let him forget it. They will find it hard to forgive a bungle that leaves a first-cla.s.s munition factory absolutely undamaged in the hands of their enemies. I don"t envy Schenk his job of persuading them that he couldn"t help it."
"Not after the other explanations he has had to make on our account--those siege-gun drawings, the wrecking of the power-house, workshops, etcetera."
"No, he is a back number now, and he will be lucky if it is no worse."
(Long afterwards they learned that the exasperation of the Germans at Herr Schenk"s failure to destroy his workshops before the evacuation, was so great that he was tried by court-martial, and, notwithstanding his considerable influence, promptly shot.)
A burst of cheering from the town in the direction of the market-place drew the attention of the two young fellows away from the works to the events that were taking place in the town. They left the works, closing the great gates after them, and joined the townspeople in their great welcome to the soldiers of Belgium and the Allies as they pa.s.sed through in triumph in pursuit of their enemies. It was all very exhilarating, and even the discovery that Max"s house had been burned to the ground was insufficient to damp their patriotic ardour, for they had expected no less. It had not been possible to arrange to save this, and, as Max said, so long as the works were saved it mattered little about the house. Another could soon be found, or built for that matter. But the works--to get those into full swing in quick time was the equivalent of a victory for the Allies.
And in almost full swing they were in a couple of days. All that day and the next the loyal workmen dribbled back--some from the town, some from remote villages, and many from across the Dutch border. With hearty goodwill they threw themselves into their work, and soon the roar of the lathes and engines announced that the Durend works were themselves once more.
The tale of how Max Durend had fought the long battle of the works, of how vigilantly he had watched over them, and of how, at last, he had won the greatest fight of all in saving them from destruction, pa.s.sed from mouth to mouth among the workmen. If anything had been needed to cement the strong bond between them and their employer, this would have supplied it. But their relations were already of the best, and this great story served but to set a seal upon it and to render the link between the two unbreakable.
And from strength to strength the great workshops went on. Ever in the van of progress--for Max had learned his work from the bottom upwards and was ever ready to learn more--secure in the possession of skilled workmen filled with zeal and goodwill, well-directed, and trusted far and wide, the Durend works expanded until they were twice the size of any similar concern in Belgium.
Jack Dale stuck to Max to the end. He followed his friend"s example and went through all the shops, learning the work thoroughly, and later on became the manager of an important branch of the firm. Eventually he married Max"s sister, and drew closer yet the ties which held him to his friend.
Max became, in the fulness of time, something of a figure in Belgium, and did much to aid its recovery from the ravages of the enemy. He never forgot his English blood, and was a foremost supporter of all movements which might draw the two countries closer to one another in friendship and esteem.