""Twill get us _iverywhere_," Tim replied emphatically. "Didn"t it get us as far as we"ve got, whin we were at our wur-rst, an" thim at their best? An" they was shure a rattlin" ar-rmy thot first year, make no mistake on thot, lad! There was fine steel in "em, mind ye: the 2nd Bavarian Corps, now, which did me heart good to fight wid!--cruel, unprincipled outcasts, to be shure, an" wid no mercy nor respect for women--still, they was good fighters! But of late the b"ys tells me their whole ar-rmy"s been so watered down wid inferior stuff thot ye"d not know it for the same; an" lest they"re touchin" elbows an" absorbin"
courage w"ot comes from bein" clost, they ain"t w"ot ye"d call reliable, anny more. They can"t stand the gaff as they wanst could! W"y, I was in at the takin" av wan av their artillery positions on the Somme, lad, an"
may I be shot for a spy if we didn"t find gunners chained to the wheels!
Ye don"t need no searchlight to find the answer av thot, do ye now?
Their fightin" _machine_ is good, mind ye; but it ain"t no more nor less"n a red sausage machine whin iverythin"s considered! But as for the individual fightin" mon, w"y, he don"t grow over there, a-tall, a-tall!"
"That"s all very well, Tim, but they kill a lot of our fellows, just the same!"
"Shure, ivery now an" thin wan av the b"ys is sent west; but ye wouldn"t have a war all wan-sided, would ye? "Twould be no war if ye did."
"It"s all so horrible," Jeb shuddered. The mention of being "sent west"
did not appeal to him since he had learned that it was the Tommy"s way of saying that a man had been killed.
"Now, thot"s where ye"re wrong, lad," Tim straightened up to reach in his breeches pockets for "the makings," but his hand came out empty and he continued: "There"s plenty av fun goin" on, an" laughs, too. I mind me wan day whin the "75"s was barkin" their throats out an" bein"
answered by G.o.d knows w"ot mighty ingines av war. We"d been brought up clost an" was lookin" for a rush anny minute, so the men was jokin" for the most part--thot or cussin"; "tis all the same whin a rigiment feels good! I was sint along to help the bombers adjust detonators an"
straighten out pins, whin I come on a little c.o.c.kney lad--timid like yeself, Jeb--holdin" a puddin" an" not knowin" w"ot to do wid it; so I says to "im:
""Whin they git clost, now, pull out thot pin, count four, an" let her fly!"
"""Ow let "er fly?" he asks.
""W"y, chuck "er, ye blighter!" says I.
""But "ow farst must Hi count four?" he asks agin, lookin" worrit; "s"pose she goes hoff in me "and?" he says.
""Well," says I, "if she goes hoff in ye "and, sonny, ye may stop countin"."
"An", Jeb," the sergeant added, "he laughed so "twas all he could do to keep from droppin" it; but he got the hang, so help me, an" did a man"s work thot day!"
"Oh, I couldn"t do anything like that," Jeb cried despairingly. "I just couldn"t! The whole idea is horrible! And look at their submarines, all around us everywhere!"
"Well, _look_ at "em! Where the divil d"ye see "em! Has anny wan av "em been comin" aboard for a nip av grog? There ye go thinkin" wrong again, Jeb; ye make me lose me timper! Haven"t we been sailin" right along in a sea as smooth as a la.s.s"s cheek, now comin" sivin days? W"y, me b"y, even this ould tub"s too fast for "em!" Tim yawned and rolled over on the deck, where they had been sitting with their backs against a part.i.tion wall that, in former days of German ownership, had inclosed the "gesellschafthalle." He searched again through his pockets, and yawned once more, saying: "Shure, an" "tis a long time gittin" back wid the b"ys! But don"t ye worry over w"ot"s ahead--wait till it comes clost enough for ye to grab it. Most ivery trouble, lad, dies "asy whin ye git yer teeth in good, an" shake it wanst or twict! Give me a bit av the makin"s, Jeb; I left me own below!"
Jeb pa.s.sed over his pouch and papers, then watched the sergeant roll a cigarette, light it, and give the match an outward flip. Taking a few deep inhalations he eyed Jeb back, and said thoughtfully:
"Lad, I don"t want ye to take this wrong, but I"ve a mind to be askin"
if ye have less courage than a gir-rl--a _lady_ gir-rl, w"ot"s been raised in silver an" gold an" soft pilleys! I want ye to keep thot in mind whilst I tell ye a story; "tis a story av me own wound, whin I got me "packet" for Blighty--an" av a nurse w"ot had jist come out from the States, an" av a Frinch doctor w"ot"s the king av all men, so help me!
"Twas "im as brought me in off No Man"s Land, where I was bleedin" me life away! He come right out through a rain av fire thot would have curled yer hair into little kinks av wire--for his stretcher bearers had been sore shot up thot day, an" he was doin" ivery kind av wur-rk at wanst. But, to git along: Whin I opened me eyes in the dressin" station dug-out I scarce knowed if I was alive or dead--so weak did I feel. He was standin" near, shakin" his head at a purty nurse, an" sayin": "We got to lose "im, for he"s lost too much blood! If we had anny to transfuse," he says, "we"d pull "im through, but thot"s impossible," he says, "for me b"ys have bled too much a-ready," he says."
Tim took another inhalation, and slowly continued:
"I was too weak to say me prayers--not thot I wasn"t in need av thim!
The nurse was lookin" up at "im wid big, wonderin" eyes, an" her breast was heavin". "Will thot save "im?" she asks. ""Tis the only thing," he answers, sorrowful. "Thin save "im," she says, rollin" up her sleeve; "here"s the blood--save "im, quick!"
"Well, Jeb," Tim sighed, "I never see sich a look as come into thot doctor"s face. He stared at her, thin shouted so"s ye could a-heerd "im a mile: "I won"t do it!" But still she stands her ground, an" says in a flash: "Ye will, if ye do yer dooty!" "But I need ye", he cries again; "I can"t spare ye!" But she gives it to "im strong, lad, an" says: "A fightin" man is worth more"n a nurse jist now! Hurry, Doctor Bonsecours!"--for thot"s his name, Jeb. "But I need ye anither way, me darlin"," he pleads wid her--an" I hope to be shot for a spy if iver I see a holier look in a mon"s face! She weakened a bit, an" her cheeks got r-rosy red, but she says up to him, brave as iver: "Save this mon first, for all av France needs him!" Mind ye, lad, her sayin" thot all av France needed a beggar like me!--but "twas because he hisself was Frinch, no doubt!"
Tim wiped his sleeve across his eyes. He made no pretense at hiding the tears that sprang to them, for they were tokens of a deep and lasting grat.i.tude, and he was not ashamed.
"An" so they did it, right there, lad, for a little runt av an Irishman; an" the last thing I heerd her sayin", as she breathed in thot stuff--I can"t for the life av me remember its name--was: "Plase be shure to take enough, Doctor!""
Tim did not mention how he had joined what little voice he possessed with that of Bonsecours, pleading with her to make no such sacrifice; and then, finding this useless, threatening to kill the great surgeon if he so much as scratched her arm.
"Thot"s the way people fight an" live out there, lad. Mind ye, the blessed nurse hadn"t known "im more"n a week--maybe less; but it don"t take long for men or women to see the kind av stuff as is in each ither, whin they"re totterin" on the edge av No Man"s Land! Annyway, I don"t know as she iver give "im the answer he wanted; but w"ot"s more to the p"int av me story is this; thot she"s nothin" but a blessed gir-rl, from a little town back home, mind ye, but I"d have ye know thot the gr-reat wur-rk Doctor Bonsecours has done is the talk av the Frinch ar-rmy--an"
she"s his right-hand liftenant. She"s as tender as tears, lad, but as brave as a lion--an" in about the same job as yeself. She don"t mind the sh.e.l.ls a-tall, a-tall! D"ye git that, Jeb?"
"What town did she come from?" Jeb asked, his eyes growing thoughtful.
"Sure, an" I can"t think av it!"
"Was it----" He stopped abruptly, as a strange and curious sensation seized him. It seemed as though the deck suddenly heaved upward--very much like the feeling he would have if, sitting in a hammock, someone sat down beside him. Immediately following this came a terrific explosion, numbing in its intensity, and a wall of maddened water leaped past the rail for a hundred feet into the air. In a twinkling Tim dragged him through the door, as a shower of debris came down upon the place where they had been sitting. The huge smoke funnel crashed to the deck, scattering soot in all directions, then balanced an instant, and plunged into the sea.
In the midst of this confusion, even before the funnel disappeared, Tim was bellowing a command. His captain, at his side, waited as the men poured up to them, then said drily:
"Belts on the nurses; see that everyone"s on deck, and belt yourselves!"
Life belts were everywhere within easy reach and, as the men scattered, Tim stopped an instant to hand one of them to his captain, who smilingly took it but was later seen tying it on Dr. Barrow.
The sergeant then dashed below, hurrying toward the staterooms to be sure that everyone got up to deck. In his reckless determination to make Jeb see this duty through, he had not let go of his sleeve.
"Take the doors on thot side," he now yelled at him in a voice of thunder, "an" I"ll take this! Smash "em down where they"re jammed, an"
look clost iverywhere inside! Sometimes women faints!"
With this he released his hold; but Jeb, trying to go on, could not--he could only cross his arms against the panels and press his head there to shut out the terror. When Tim, kicking in a door three staterooms away, saw this he made one spring back and landed his next kick on a spot that made Jeb flinch. This was followed by another, and still another, while a string of lurid oaths poured from his lips which burned like a lash of fire. Jeb sprang around, one fist drawn back to kill, his eyes glittering as points of iron; but the sergeant"s eyes were as points of steel. The next moment Jeb had started on the work of rescue. Tim worked across from him--and smiled.
When Tim had become satisfied that no one remained below, they began their retreat. By now the ship was listing to a degree which made it necessary for them to walk with one foot on the panelled wall, and to jump the cross halls. The stairs upward they negotiated with one foot on the bal.u.s.ters. At the landing above a number of life belts, having slid along the floor, lay piled in confusion against the wall; and before stepping out on deck Tim tied one of these on Jeb, then safeguarded himself, saying briefly:
"Stay clost to me!"
They found moving more difficult now, as the ship had not stopped listing. The deck leaned so precipitously that they had to grasp the hand-rail, and work themselves by this means slowly around to the upper side. Tim moved with the coolness of a veteran. Jeb scrambled with the energy of despair.
There were plenty of boats at this upper rail, but to let them over was a difficult problem, since they must sc.r.a.pe down the ship"s hull and risk being capsized or smashed. Those at the lower rail were entirely out of commission--splintered by the torpedo.
Tim saluted the captain--the ship"s captain, this time--and barked his report. He was ordered to boat No. 1. When he reached this position Jeb was close behind, terror still pictured on his face. In a fury the sergeant turned to him, crying:
"Look at the courage av thim nurses, ye ---- ---- ----! Can"t ye try to be a man? "Ere, give a hand!" Another string of profanity rolling from his tongue was as potent as the kick had been, for Jeb, still gasping, fell to work.
And then a cry went up! It came from the b.r.e.a.s.t.s of those who waited with limitless courage, and those who worked feverishly to save. It was the heartrending, bloodcurdling cry of people doomed--for the ship had begun to settle! Through his megaphone the captain yelled:
"Jump! Jump! For the love of G.o.d, jump!"
CHAPTER VIII
Jeb felt himself seized by the shoulder and torn from the davit to which he held. Confusedly he heard Tim yelling: "Swim off as far as ye can, lad!" and the next instant he was plunging downward, striking the ship"s side and sliding, bounding off, turning, striking again and sliding, till he splashed into the water.
When his head came up--providentially with its senses--the sergeant"s command lingered and he set his face away, swimming with all his might.
Once or twice he paused for breath, because it is hard work propelling a life belt through the water, but these rests were momentary; till, feeling himself safe from suction, he turned over on his back and floated. In this position he could see the ship, and was just in time to watch the last of its pa.s.sengers leave the rail. These were Tim and a pretty nurse who had been too frightened at the dizzy height to take the leap until, tearing free her hold, he had lifted her in his arms and skidded down the side.