"Of course we could take it in turns to sit up and watch," suggested Henri, yawning widely as he spoke; "but then, we are all of us dead tired, and the chances are that anyone who attempted to keep awake would be overpowered by drowsiness. It looks to me as though it would be far better for us to clear up the mess we have made and to retire into the loft; that is to say, if there is one. And I"ve another suggestion to offer: it may be that to-morrow we shall find our exit from the farm cut off, or we may find that we have to keep away from all dwellings as we cross country; that points to the need of replenishing the commissariat at this stage, particularly as we know that there is food almost within a stone"s throw of us."
The big, beefy, ruddy, and smiling face of Stuart was turned upon him promptly.
"My boy," he exclaimed, smacking Henri heavily on the shoulder, "my boy, didn"t I say that you were deserving of the highest honours, and here is another reason for giving you rewards. The idea of food for to-morrow had escaped my notice altogether, and I would say that both Jules and I were so satisfied with what we have had that we didn"t give a thought to it. But it"s just plain common sense--the common sense which you seem to have got a store of, Henri--which should prepare us to look to to-morrow, to make provision for the future, particularly when it can be done so easily. You get off, Henri, but take care that that fellow with the voice doesn"t spot you. Jules and I will search round in the buildings for a loft, and then we"ll return to this room and wait for you."
Separating at the door of the room, and leaving a goodly portion of their clothing still hanging in the warmth of the fire, the three parted, Jules and Stuart clambering up the staircase, which ascended again after it had pa.s.sed the landing at the door of the room they had just vacated, while Henri slid to the floor below, and, marching into the yard, crossed to the kitchen doorway. Pausing there for a while, he listened for the notes of the organ, and presently heard them and the sound of a woman singing, a coa.r.s.e, guttural, bucolic voice, very different from the other. As for the kitchen, the fire still flickered on the hearth, while the place was untenanted, and once more Henri, emboldened by the success of his previous visit, lit the candle at the fire, looked serenely about him, and entered the little storehouse at the end of the kitchen.
Perhaps three minutes later he emerged from that place with two baskets more than fully laden; for, be it mentioned, if the towns and cities of Germany at these times were feeling the pinch of war, if the blockade of the British Fleet had deprived the Kaiser"s subjects of many food-stuffs and other commodities, and if, indeed, as undoubtedly was the case, there was shortage in many parts of Germany, there was still without doubt, abundance in many a farm and homestead, abundance, that is to say, of home-produced articles. Thus, there were strings of sausages in that larder, ready for the hand which sought to take them, there were hard-baked biscuits and bread, and home-brewed beer in abundance. It was indeed with provisions and drink enough to last for several days that Henri struggled from the larder into the kitchen, and, having blown out the candle and replaced it where he had found it, went to the door that led to the yard and made ready to emerge from it.
It was indeed in that precise position that his further progress was suddenly arrested; for, as he pulled the door open and prepared to step into the yard, a gang of men came to the corner of the building, and, thrusting their way through that gate which gave admission to the yard, suddenly accosted him in the doorway. They were Germans; they were a party of guards sent from Ruhleben; and beyond them, secured to leashes, were a couple of dogs, sent with them to hound down the prisoners who had escaped from the camp.
CHAPTER V
Eluding the Pursuers
If a picture could have been taken of the astonished and nonplussed Henri at the precise moment when, as he stood half within and half without the door of the farmhouse from which he had been purloining food and drink, he was accosted by that German party from Ruhleben, his own devoted mother would have undoubtedly had the utmost difficulty in recognizing her offspring. To begin with, having discarded his drenched clothing and left it in that room which had provided such warmth and comfort to himself and Stuart and Jules, Henri had, because no other change was possible for the moment, borrowed an old pair of trousers hanging on the wall, which, from their dilapidated and mud-stained appearance, may well have belonged to the farm hand--the usual occupant of the building. An equally tattered coat was over his shoulders, while his bare feet were thrust into a pair of heavily nailed boots, which had been cleaned perhaps a year before. There was no hat on his head, and, thanks to his swim in the river, his hair--which had grown excessively long in Ruhleben--hung lankly over his eyes and forehead, producing altogether an appearance not very uncommon in the country. To be very precise, if not complimentary, we must admit that the usually debonair and dapper Henri looked like the village idiot at that moment; while his astonishment, causing his mouth to open, gave his face a vacant expression which matched well with his appearance.
"Ho, you at the door, and at the very right moment! What"s this?
Bring a light and throw it on him. Heavens! What a scarecrow!
Where"s your master, lad; and where are you going?"
A big, burly man, a non-commissioned officer, one of the staff at Ruhleben, barred Henri"s progress, and, s.n.a.t.c.hing the lantern which one of his men carried, held it over the youth he had accosted and surveyed him closely.
[Ill.u.s.tration: A big, burly man, a non-commissioned officer, one of the staff at Ruhleben, barred Henri"s progress. (missing from book)]
"Baskets--eh? And full of provender--beer and sausages and bread--well I never!" gasped the Sergeant. "Who may you be, my lad? And where"s your master? That"s a question you haven"t answered, and, besides, who"s all this stuff for? Good food and drink, and going outside the farm-house!"
He lowered his lamp and threw the rays of light on to the baskets and their contents, while his hungry eyes fixed themselves upon the sausages. Henri giggled. Intuitively he realized that he must indeed look like a scarecrow, and, employing his quick wits, that French perception which led him so quickly to realize the situation, he determined to act up to it. Not that he felt much inclined to giggle or ready for mirth; for, indeed, he was almost trembling with agitation. At any moment the door of the kitchen might be burst open by the farmer himself, and he would be discovered. The Sergeant had, indeed, spoken in the loudest tones--in those rough, bullying, spluttering tones so common to German sergeants, so loudly that he had drowned the sound of the organ beyond and the voice of the woman who was singing. Henri suppressed a shiver, giggled inanely again, and listened for sounds from the far part of the farm-house. Yes, he could hear the organ still, and that voice droning on, and at once took comfort.
"Sausages, Sergeant," he said, smirking at him, and lifting the basket so that the man could see its contents more clearly. "You like sausages too, and you are hungry, you and your men, eh?"
And once more the Frenchman giggled in the face of the non-commissioned officer.
"Why, yes. Now that you mention it, a man"s mostly hungry who tramps the country at night, and rushes about the place in search of prisoners. Listen, youngster; you"ve seen three men crossing this way--three men who have broken out of Ruhleben?"
Henri looked at him vacantly.
"Prisoners?" he asked. "Germans?"
"Germans!" the man exclaimed. "What next! Why, two Frenchmen and a bull-necked, red-faced Englishman. Say, have you seen them?"
Once more Henri giggled inanely and lifted his basket.
"And about the sausages," he reminded the Sergeant; "you like them?
You are hungry? Well, now, there are plenty in the larder; light up the kitchen, and take your seats; I"ll be back in a few minutes, and will call the master to you."
They pressed round him, that sergeant and his men; pushed him rudely aside, and made their way, talking in loud voices, into the kitchen--talking so loudly, indeed, that those inhabitants of the farm-house, enjoying a musical evening, heard them, and, ceasing at once the playing of their organ, stood to their feet and listened. A minute later the doorway leading from the hall into the kitchen was burst open, and a very startled, very frightened, and exceedingly rotund and healthy farmer pushed his way into the apartment.
As for Henri, he crossed the yard in half a dozen strides, gained the staircase, and raced up it, to discover Stuart and Jules seated by the fire, chatting and smoking.
"My word!" exclaimed Jules as Henri entered; "two baskets of provender this time, and full--both of them. Now listen to us, Henri; we"ve found a beautiful little hole in a bundle of hay in the loft close handy, and, from the position of the place, we believe it to be seldom entered. It"s just the spot in which to pa.s.s the night, and sleep throughout the following day if need be."
"And you listen for a moment," said Henri, speaking swiftly. "A party of Germans from Ruhleben have just reached the farm, and I met them face to face. I thought they would have recognized me, for amongst them was one whom I remember to have seen doing sentry duty; but I"m such a scarecrow in these clothes, and so dishevelled, that they took me for some farm hand or village lout, and let me pa.s.s. But in a little while they will be asking questions of the farmer, there"ll be a hue and cry, and they"ll know that one of the prisoners who escaped has been close to them. We must move. That comfortable little spot, which sounds so inviting, is out of the question. Let"s pick up our clothes and make a dash into the open. It looks to me almost as if we should have to swim the river again, for there are two bloodhounds with the party I accosted, and they may easily trace us."
Pulling on their still damp clothing as rapidly as they could, they sent Jules first of all to the bottom of the staircase, to make sure that there was no sign of the farmer or his visitors; then Henri and Stuart each picked up a basket, and, stealing down into the yard, made their way out of it, and, skirting the house, gained the highway.
Pressing along it, walking at a rapid rate, they pushed on during the hours of darkness, and just as the light began to grow, seeing some buildings away to their right, turned off along a country lane which led towards them, and presently discovered themselves to be close to a sugar factory, at one end of which a water-tower was erected.
Carefully looking around them, to make sure that no one was about, they sought for a door, and, entering a yard round which buildings were erected, presently discovered a wide door which was unbolted. Entering without hesitation, and closing it after them, they found themselves in a huge apartment with bins on every side, with overhead shafts and pulleys. At the far end a staircase led to another floor, and, ascending that, they found themselves in an apartment of similar dimensions, the floor s.p.a.ce of which was occupied by machines of various patterns. At the far end, where the tower was erected, there was another doorway, and pa.s.sing through it they clambered up the steep stone stairs, which finally led them to a small room at the top, above which was an iron-girdered ceiling supporting a huge water-tank, to which supplies were pumped no doubt from the river. Having groped their way in the semi-darkness to this spot, they barred the door of the room by driving a wedge in above the latch, and then, thoroughly tired out after their long tramp and their adventures of the previous day and night, they lay down to sleep, careless almost of the consequences.
Two whole days pa.s.sed during which Henri and his friends were unable to move from the room to which they had gained access--two days during which they slept in turns, and rested, while the one who watched posted himself at one of the four windows which looked out from each side of the tower, and surveyed the surrounding country. From that post of vantage they were able to see the river which they had crossed higher up, and even the roof of the farm where they had obtained food and temporary shelter; they could observe every feature of the country, the yard below, the hosts of women workers in the sugar factory, the coming and going of important-looking factory officials, and even the pa.s.sage of search-parties along the road in their quest for the prisoners.
"It looks to me as though we"d found a safe haven," said Henri, when he had been on duty for some hours and the others had awakened. "I watched a party coming down the road with two dogs, and I"m sure that they are the fellows who so nearly captured me at the farm yonder.
They turned up towards this factory, called loudly for the manager, and made a survey of the buildings. For all I know they may even have come to the foot of the tower, but they certainly did not ascend the staircase. You can imagine that I took particular notice of the bloodhounds who accompanied them."
"Ha!" exclaimed Stuart. "Show any signs of excitement--eh? Did they look about them and sniff as though they had scented us?"
"Not a bit of it. They were as quiet as lambs, and seemed utterly bored with the whole business, and as if they were thoroughly tired of being dragged at the heels of the search-party. As for the men, they looked weary and f.a.gged out after their tramp, and I imagine that they take little interest in the business. You"ve got to remember that we"ve been now something like three days away from Ruhleben, and the authorities must know that we"ve had plenty of time to get farther away from the camp. They"d hardly be looking for us now so near it, and no doubt they"ve telegraphed our description across the country. That being so, it seems to me that the wisest course for us is to stay here as long as possible, until the hue and cry has died down and the event has been forgotten."
"And then," asked Jules inquisitively, "what"s to happen? We are still a precious long way from France or from any of the neutral countries.
It"s time, I should think, that we made a plan for the future, for up to now we"ve followed the road, as it were, of least resistance; we took the direction which seemed best under pressing circ.u.mstances, and did not head for any particular destination."
"Then what about Holland?" demanded Stuart; "the people are friendly enough, and, if one only knew the truth, are precious frightened of the Germans. Once across the frontier there we shall receive hospitality; and, seeing that the Germans are hardly frightened of the Dutch, the frontier will not be so very heavily guarded. But in the direction of France and Belgium there"s that trench-line we"ve heard so much about, and where I"d give a lot to be fighting."
"Holland"s the country we should make for undoubtedly," agreed Henri, when they had discussed the matter a little further. "But in which direction it lies, precisely, is rather difficult to determine; we shall have to leave that to the future, and of course must find out the way by asking questions. That means that we must discover disguises first of all, and that is a thing that wants a lot of doing. As to staying here, I feel quite sure that it"s a wise procedure; and, thanks to the food and the drink we brought along, we have rations enough, if we husband them carefully, to last for quite four or five days longer."
It was not particularly exciting or exhilarating in that lofty room at the top of the tower, and went little way towards meeting the wishes of any one of the party, yet the plan met with the hearty approval of the canny Stuart, and, since Henri himself had proposed it, met with the ready a.s.sent of Jules. That they had food sufficient to last them for several days was quite certain, while the question of drink was cleared up already--for they had discovered a trap-door in the girdered ceiling above them and an iron ladder outside the door of the room, which, when put in position, gave access to it. Clambering up that, one very early morning when a mist hung over the country, Henri had discovered a narrow gallery surrounding the huge water-tank, and, lifting the inspection-door over the latter, had found it full of water. It was from this that they replenished their supplies at night, and so made certain of the fact that, however long they remained as prisoners in that place, thirst would not a.s.sail them.
At the end of the week, however, impatience to be moving on was beginning to try them far more than their enforced idleness, and many a discussion did they indulge in with reference to their future movements. Numerous and various were the suggestions made by one or other of the party, but, excellent though some of them may have been, on discussion all were vetoed. Yet, something must be done, something definite decided upon; and finally, in desperation almost, Henri decided to emerge from their hiding-place and make a closer investigation of their surroundings.
"It stands to reason," he told his friends at the end of one of these fruitless discussions--"it stands to reason that if we leave the place now--and in the course of a few hours we shall be forced to, seeing that our food-supply is almost gone--we shall be hardly any better off than we were at the commencement; for you have to remember that a full and complete description of us has been telegraphed broadcast, and, though the novelty of the event has now worn off, no doubt there are hundreds of police officers on the look-out for us. Thus it follows that to make our escape successful we must either march at night-time only--which renders the purchase of food almost an impossibility, and compels us to steal it or get it in much the same way as we got this supply from the farm building--or we must find disguises which will alter our appearance entirely and allow us even to board a train and travel with ordinary people. I"ll take a look round while you fellows stay up here. If I"m caught--well, it"s bad luck, that"s all, and needn"t spoil your chances."
Slipping out of the room when dusk had fallen, and the voices of the work-people had subsided and their retreating footsteps had died away in the distance, Henri gained the huge room below, and, descending to the lower floor, made his way out into the yard; then, taking the utmost caution to guard against surprise, he visited each of the buildings in turn, narrowly escaping, in one of them, running face to face with a workman engaged in attending to a machine. Retreating hurriedly, he once more gained the yard, and finally gained a corridor which gave access to the manager"s buildings. It was perhaps half an hour later, when Jules and Stuart were growing anxious, and were listening eagerly for sounds of their friend"s return, that they heard steps on the stone staircase leading to their chamber.
"Henri without a doubt," said Stuart, a note of relief in his voice, for the l.u.s.ty fellow had taken an enormous liking for Henri. "That"s good! I was really beginning to get awfully anxious about him."
"And I had almost given him up for lost," said Jules, equally relieved.
"There he is, just outside the door. Ha, Henri! we began to think that you would never return, and now----"
The two inmates of the room, peering through the dusk as the door opened, saw an unfamiliar figure enter: a man dressed in baggy clothing, a man whose eyes were encircled by the broad rims of heavy gla.s.ses, and upon whose head sat an absurdly small Homberg hat. He was a man getting on in years, one would have said--though the dusk made the question uncertain--yet a man who stepped actively, whose breath was not tried by the long ascent, and who knew his path well, and was thoroughly acquainted with the door-way. Could it be Henri?--Henri in disguise? A low chuckle escaped the man--a merry giggle--and then Henri"s well-known voice awoke the silence.
"I do wish that it were daylight," he told Stuart and Jules; "you"d then see something that "ud be good for sore eyes."
"Sore eyes--eh? It isn"t so very dark here, and I can see enough to startle me as it is," came the astonished rejoinder. "What on earth have you been doing, Henri; and what"s the meaning of this get-up? Of course, it"s a disguise; but, bless us! what a disguise!"
"Stop! How"s this, then? I"ll do the heavy German, and you can judge the effect."
The gay, yet thoughtful, Henri closed the door of the room, and, with what was left of the fast-receding daylight illuminating his person, struck an att.i.tude. Leaning on the stick with which he had provided himself, he twirled the heavy moustaches--artificial affairs which he had contrived to become possessed of--and glared at his comrades through that pair of big-rimmed spectacles which so completely altered his appearance. Then he talked to them--cross-questioned his friends in the gruff, staccato accents one might have expected from such an individual as he represented himself to be.