Down below, towards the foot of the lower slopes of the Cote du Poivre, overlooking the village of Champneuville and the Cote de Talou, stretched a strip of wooded country, those same evergreens which, towards the north and elsewhere, had given the Germans such tremendous opportunities for completing preparations for their attack upon the salient. Sliding down the hill, diving from one sh.e.l.l-hole to another--for already the German artillery had turned its attention to this new French position--creeping along any fold in the ground which offered even the smallest shelter, Henri and Jules soon gained the woods, and plunged into them.
"It"s as likely as not that the Germans have already sent reconnoitring-parties here," said Henri in a whisper, as they crouched at the edge of the wood and gathered breath again after their exertions. "That is a thing which one would antic.i.p.ate, and of course our commanders will expect that just as we do, so that it seems to me our duty is to steer clear of such parties, as we should do in any case, to push beyond them, and to ascertain what"s happening towards the north."
"Quite so! At your orders, Henri," smiled Jules, as full of merriment as ever. Indeed, the fiercer the conflict had grown, the more desperate the efforts of the Germans had become, and the more terrifically the fighting had developed, the higher had this young fellow"s spirits risen. Of fear he showed not a trace, though of excitement he showed every evidence. Sparkling with wit, as lively as a cricket, wonderfully cheery, he had stood in the forefront of the battle, not grim like many a comrade, not with teeth set and hands and fingers clenching his rifle, but jovial, smiling, yet with a deadly earnestness masked by his merry manner.
"Lead on, my Henri," he said. "Under your directions we made not such a bad success of that affair in Germany. Let"s see now what you can do in this part of France when we have soldiers and not civilians to deal with!"
Plunging on into the wood, it was not long before they heard voices to their left, and, creeping forward, discovered a German officers" patrol sheltering under the trees and munching their breakfast. A dozen yards farther on there were some seven or eight men, while voices still farther to the left demonstrated the fact that there were other parties.
"No matter," said Henri; "we have already said that we expected Germans to be in the wood. What we want to know is where the main force is.
Let"s push on and do our duty."
CHAPTER XII
A Reconnoitring-party
For perhaps half an hour Henri and Jules crept through the wood which they had gained from the heights of the Cote de Poivre, turning and twisting here and there as German voices warned them of the proximity of enemy parties, and sometimes stealing past a group of men from whom they were separated by only a few feet of thick undergrowth.
"There"s the edge of the wood yonder, the northern edge," said Henri in a little while, stopping and looking upward. "It"s lighter in that direction, and without doubt we are now getting down to the road which runs from Beaumont to Vacherauville--a road likely enough to be used by the enemy in his advance on our positions. Look out that we don"t expose ourselves at the edge, and let us talk only in whispers."
Jules gripped him a moment later by the sleeve and pulled him down forcibly to the ground, then he shot one hand out and pointed.
"See them," he whispered; "hundreds of men sheltering at the edge of the wood. But why? What"s the reason? And listen to those guns!
German--eh?"
"No. French 75"s, without a question," answered Henri when they had listened for a few moments. "There"s nothing else on earth in the artillery line that snaps and barks quite like our soixante-quinze, and it seems to me that they are opened in this direction. Hope to goodness they won"t turn their muzzles on this wood, for they would rake it from end to end with shrapnel. Now let"s move on a little. I can see the men you have pointed out, and without a doubt they are sheltering under the trees and hiding, I should say, from our gunners.
Let"s turn from the road a little and push on to the northern point of the wood, for in that direction it almost joins with the Bois des Fosses, and should give us greater opportunities."
They turned slightly to their right, and crept through the ma.s.s of trees not yet levelled by the gun-fire of either of the combatants--different, indeed, from the Bois des Caures and the Herbebois, where gigantic German sh.e.l.ls had sent trees and earth hurtling skywards, had severed trunks in all directions, and had left but a tangled ma.s.s of fallen tree-tops and shattered stumps, smouldering here and there, and masking the trenches and dug-outs and redoubts obliterated during the earlier fighting, masking, too, the bodies of those gallant Frenchmen who had given their lives for the cause, and of the Germans, who had fought to achieve the ambitions of their Kaiser.
Sneaking forward, and keeping well away from the direction of voices, it was not long before Henri and Jules discovered a dell--a deep depression in the ground--heavily wooded and overhung by fir-trees, at the foot of which splashed a stream, which pa.s.sed from rock to rock, twisting and twining as it flowed towards the Meuse traversing the ground down below.
"Might give us an opportunity of seeing far more than if we went on in the wood," suggested Jules, again catching Henri by the sleeve.
"Why not? Certainly! Why not?" echoed Henri. "Quite a good idea; capital! Let"s try it."
"Then down we go! Looks like a splendid place," declared Jules as he gained the stream and splashed into it. "I"ll lead, for a change.
Suppose we"d better go cautiously?"
There was, indeed, need of caution all the while, for as they traversed that narrow gully, and descended towards the plain which stretches at the foot of the Hill of Poivre, and, crossing the foot of the Cote de Talou, reaches the River Meuse, they found themselves in the midst of a veritable army of Germans--figures in field-grey could be seen in the twilight beneath the trees, sitting on fallen branches or on the ground waiting for orders. There were figures in the same colour to the right and to the left of them in that ravine, and once, as the two halted suddenly and crouched beneath an overhanging bush, they saw a German soldier actually drinking from the stream within a few yards of them; but a guttural voice above, a sharp command, sent the man scrambling up the bank of the ravine to join his company. Then, as they boldly advanced, the voices of German troops grew less distinct, and presently, as the light increased in brightness and they gained the very edge of the wood, it was to discover that they had pa.s.sed through the enemy"s lines, and were, it appeared, alone once more and almost in the open.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "THEY SAW A GERMAN SOLDIER ACTUALLY DRINKING FROM THE STREAM WITHIN A FEW YARDS OF THEM"]
Creeping beneath a bush, the two now stared out in every direction, while, taking a pencil from a pocket, and a tattered envelope also, Henri roughly sketched in the situation before him; and, helped by the un.o.bstructed view he could obtain from the opening of the ravine, marked spots in the near distance, where, beneath the shelter of other trees, in folds of the ground, in a farm across the road, he could discern enemy troops hiding.
"There must be thousands of them," he told Jules after a while, "thousands of them; and look over there, to what I believe to be Samogneux, where we were yesterday, and from which the German guns literally blew us, watch the roads there and the edge of the Bois de Caures--what do you see, Jules?"
"See!" exclaimed Jules; "almost hear them, you mean. Thousands of Boches--literally thousands of them, Henri. What"s that mean? They are turning in this direction, and though it"s hard to make it out quite clearly, I should say that they are waiting for the dusk to fall, fearing our guns across the river. It looks precisely what one would expect it to be--an intended advance on Vacherauville--a descent on a line directly from the north towards Verdun--the city for which they are making."
Without a doubt the two French _poilus_, sheltering there beneath that bush, had obtained information of more than ordinary importance, though it was likely enough that the movements of the enemy, in some respects at least, were already known by the French staff far behind them.
Still, in a case like this, even a morsel of news might help to turn the scale against the Germans; and, having obtained it, the two at once set about the return to their comrades.
"We"ll creep up the stream again and keep to the ravine as long as possible," said Henri; "after that we shall have to take our chances in the wood. And, seeing that we were lucky enough to miss the Germans on our way here, I don"t see why we shouldn"t be successful in returning."
"And if we ain"t," declared Jules, with one of those ready smiles of his, "we can"t help it; only, of course, a fellow might even then make good his escape by bolting."
An hour later, having very cautiously crept through those men ma.s.sed just within the wood and out of sight of the French gunners, and having also traversed a long stretch of thickly wooded ground where numerous parties of Germans were resting, the two drew near to that point where they had entered the wood, and behind which open country led to the French positions. By then the shadows beneath the trees had deepened, as dusk had almost fallen, so that it was almost difficult to avoid the trunks of trees, and easy enough to tumble into any person who, like themselves, might be under that cover. Thus, of a sudden, it happened that Henri and Jules plunged into a narrow patch where men were seated, and, stumbling over their legs, were brought up suddenly.
"What"s this? Who"s this? You clumsy ruffian!" a shrill voice shouted. "Get out with you! But wait! What are you doing here without permission?"
"Stop! My word! The fool"s kicked my shin and almost broken my leg.
Here, one moment!"
Someone growled an oath, and, shooting out a hand, gripped Henri by the shoulder as he was rising--someone who had rapped out a German oath, let us explain, while the two voices had without a doubt borne the customary guttural accent of the Teuton.
"Let go!"
Henri picked himself up like lightning, and, swinging the b.u.t.t of his rifle round--for the weapon was hanging over his right shoulder--struck the figure he could but dimly see beside him, and heard at once a dull thud as the wooden stock rapped the man"s head violently. Then, with a dive, he gained the trees, and, pausing for a moment, shouted for his comrade.
"Jules! Here," he called. "Here!"
"Here!" came the answer from the point which Henri had only just left, and was followed by a somewhat smothered cry and by a heavy fall, which made it appear as though Jules had been detained by the men into whose midst they had stumbled.
What was Henri to do? Desert his friend and turn and fly away to the French positions? Or go back to his friend?
"The former," he told himself. "At any other time I would turn back and do my best for Jules, whatever it cost; but there"s information which must be handed over to my Commanding Officer, and I must go.
Jules!" he shouted again in one last effort.
A second later he was enfolded in the arms of a man who had crept up behind him, and who, joined by another within an instant, soon forced Henri to the ground, and, taking him by the legs, dragged him to the spot where Jules was already a prisoner.
"Now, strike a light," a gruff voice said, "just a match, Fritz, and let"s see whom we have captured. Oh! Oh! French soldiers--eh? Well, there"s nothing very wonderful about that, seeing that we"ve driven them from Brabant and Haumont, and there must be scores of unfortunate beggars hiding up in the hollows and woods between that position and this. Well, you," he continued, breaking into French, "French soldiers--eh? on your way to join your own lines again. You were fighting at Brabant?"
"Yes, at Brabant!" Henri told him.
"Ah! And received a terrible drubbing. Well, now, what shall we do with them?" asked the same voice--a pleasant enough voice now that the owner of it had got over the start which the sudden incursion of Jules and Henri had caused him--the voice, indeed, of an officer; for, as it proved, this was an officers" party into which the two who had made that daring reconnaissance had stumbled.
"Do with them? Do with them?" snapped a voice. "Shoot them! For there are no men here to hand them over to."
The one who had spoken earlier made no reply, but Henri could hear him giggling, as though he were amused at the callous remark made by his comrade, and as though, anxious not to be a party in such disgraceful treatment of prisoners, he was purposely avoiding discussion. But a moment later the other once more interjected a question.
"What, then?" he asked. "Are we to stay, then, with these two on our knees, as it were, and wait till some of our men come along and take them over? Who knows? They might turn upon us at any moment and cut our throats, for there are only four of us. I vote for shooting them out of hand."
It was an unpleasant voice this--a snappy, vixenish, sharp-toned voice, which appeared to come from an individual of rather diminutive size, though it was only his bare outline that was visible in the darkness beneath the trees.
"Nasty little beggar," thought Henri; while Jules, now released, save that one of the German officers still gripped him by the sleeve, stood close to his comrade. "Nasty little beggar! Spiteful little rat! And somehow we seem to have met before, for the voice rings in a familiar way. But, pooh! it"s not possible, or, rather, hardly possible."