Chapter 12

At the top of the incline I looked back. The colonel was staring after us and wiping his forehead with a khaki handkerchief.

“You see,” Tish said bitterly, “that is the sort of help one gets from the Army.” She drew a deep breath and looked in the general direction of the trenches. “One thing is sure and certain—I’m not going back until I’ve found out whether Charlie Sands is still in that town over there or whether he has been taken away so we’ll have to get at him from Switzerland.”

Aggie gave a low moan at this, and Tish eyed her witheringly.

“Don’t be an idiot, Aggie!” she observed. “I haven’t asked you to go—or Lizzie either. I’d be likely,” she added, “to get through our lines unseen and into the very midst of the German Army—with one of you sneezing with hay fever and the other one panting like a locomotive from too much flesh.”

“Tish——” I began firmly. But she waved her hand in silence and demanded Aggie’s flashlight. She then led the way behind the ruins of a wall and took a bundle of papers from under her jacket.

“If the Army won’t help us we have a right to help ourselves,” she observed. And I perceived with a certain trepidation that the papers were some that had been lying on the table at headquarters.

“‘Memorandum,’” Tish read the top one. “‘Write home. Order boots. Send to British Commissary for Scotch whisky. Insect powder!’ Wouldn’t you know,” she said bitterly, “that that general would have to make a memorandum about writing home?”

Underneath, however, there was an aeroplane picture of the Front and V——, and also a map. Both of these she studied carefully until several bullets found their way to our vicinity, and a sentry ran up and was very rude about the light. On receiving a box of cigarettes, however, he became quite friendly.

“Haven’t had a pill for a week,” he said. “Got to a point now where we steal the hay from the battery horses and roll it up in leaves from my Bible. But it isn’t really satisfying.”

Tish gave him a brief lecture on thus mutilating his best friend, but he said that he only used the unimportant pages. “You know,” he explained—“somebody begat somebody else, and that sort of thing. You haven’t any more fags about you, have you?” he asked wistfully. “I’ll be sandbagged and robbed if I go back without any for the other fellows.”

“We can bring some,” Tish suggested, “and you might show us to the trenches. I particularly wish to give some to the men in the most advanced positions.”

“You’re on,” he said cheerfully. “Bring the life savers, and we’ll see that you get forward all right.”

Tish reflected.

“Suppose,” she said at last—“suppose that we wish to be able on returning to our native land to state that we have not only been to our advanced positions but have even made a short excursion into the debatable territory—that is, into what is commonly known as No Man’s Land?”

“All of you?” he asked doubtfully.

“All of us.”

He then considered and said: “How many cigarettes have you got?”

“About a hundred packages,” Tish replied. “Say, five to you, and the rest used where considered most efficacious.”

“Every man has his price,” he observed. “That’s mine. I’m taking a chance, but I’ve seen you round, so I know you’re not spies. And if you get an extra helmet out there you might give me one. I’ve been here six months and I’ve never seen one, on a German or off. I let a woman reporter through last week,” he added, “and d’you think she thanked me? No. She gave me hell because the Germans had a raid that night and nearly got her. I’m a soldier, not a prophet.”

Tish left us immediately to go back to Mr. Burton, and Aggie clutched at my arm in a frenzy of anxiety.

“She’s going to do it, Lizzie!” she said with her teeth chattering. “She’s going to V—— to rescue Charlie Sands, and we’ll all be caught, and—Lizzie, I feel that I shall never see home again.”

“Well, if you ask me, I don’t think you will,” I said as calmly as possible. Aggie put her head on my shoulder and wept between sneezes.

“I know I’m weak, Lizzie,” she moaned, “but I’m frightened, and I’m not afraid to say so. You’d think she only had to shoo those Germans like a lot of chickens. I love Tish, but if she’d only sprain her ankle or something!”

However, Tish came back soon, bringing Mr. Burton with her and two baskets with cigarettes on top and grenades below, and also our revolvers and a supply of extra cartridges. She had not explained her plan to Mr. Burton, so we sat down behind the wall and she told him. He seemed quite willing and cheerful.

“Certainly,” he said. “It is all quite clear. We simply go into No Man’s Land for souvenirs, and they pass us. Perfectly natural, of course. We then continue to advance to the German lines, and then commit suicide. I’ve been thinking of doing it for some time anyhow, and this way has an element of the dramatic that appeals to me.” I have learned since that he felt that the only thing to do was to humor Tish, and that he was convinced that about a hundred yards in No Man’s Land would hurt no one, and, as he expressed it, clear the air. How little he knew our dear Tish!

As it is not my intention to implicate any of those brave boys who sought to give us merely the innocent pleasure of visiting the strip of land between the two armies I shall draw a veil over our excursion through the trenches that night, where we were met everywhere with acclaim and gratitude, and finally assisted out of the trenches by means of a ladder. As it was quite dark the grenades in the basket entirely escaped notice, and we found ourselves at last headed toward the German lines, and fully armed, though looking, as Mr. Burton observed, like a picnic party.

He persisted in making humorous sallies such as: “Did any one remember the pepper and salt?” and “I hope somebody brought pickles. What’s a picnic without pickles?”

I regret to say that we were fired on by some of our own soldiers who didn’t understand the situation, shortly after this, and that the bottle of blackberry cordial which I was carrying was broken to fragments.

“If they hit this market basket there’ll be a little excitement,” Mr. Burton said. He then stopped and said that a joke was a joke, but there was such a thing as carrying it too far, and that we’d better look for a helmet or two and then go back.

“The Germans are just on the other side of that wood,” he whispered; “and they don’t know a joke when they see one.”

“I thought, Mr. Burton, you promised to take Hilda a German officer,” Tish said scornfully.

“I did,” he agreed. “I did indeed. But now I think of it, I didn’t promise her a live one. The more I consider the matter the more I am sure that no stipulation was made as to the conditions of delivery. I——”

But when he saw Tish continuing to advance he became very serious, and even suggested that if we would only go back he would himself advance as far as possible and endeavor to reach V——.

Just what Tish’s reply would have been I do not know, as at that moment Aggie stumbled and fell into a deep shell hole full of water. We heard the splash and waited for her voice, as we were uncertain of her exact position.

But what was our surprise on hearing a deep masculine voice say: “Hands up, you dirty swine!”

“Let go of me,” came in piteous accents from Aggie.

There was then complete silence, until the other voice said: “Well, I’ll be damned!” It then said: “Bill, Bill!”

“Here,” said still another voice, a short distance away, in a sort of loud whisper.

“There’s a mermaid in my pool,” said the first voice. “Did you draw anything?”

“Lucky devil,” said the other voice. “I’m drawing about eight feet of water, that’s all.”

Tish then advanced in the direction of the voices and said: “Aggie, are you all right?”

“I’m half drowned. And there’s a man here.”

The first voice then said in an aggrieved manner: “This is my puddle, you know, lady. And if my revolver wasn’t wet through I’m afraid there would be one mermaid less, or whatever you are.”

The Germans at that moment sent up one of their white lights, which resemble certain of our Fourth of July pieces, which float a long time and give the effect of full moonlight.

“Down,” said Mr. Burton, and we all fell flat on our faces. Before doing so, however, we had a short glimpse of Aggie’s head and another above the water in the shell hole, and realized that her position was very uncomfortable.

When the light died away the two men emerged, and with some difficulty dragged her out. It was while this was going on that Tish caught my arm and whispered: “Lizzie, I have heard that voice before.”

Well, it had a familiar sound to me also, and when he addressed the other man as Grogan I suddenly remembered. It was the man we had thrown from the ambulance in Paris the night Tish salvaged it! I told Tish in a whisper, and she remembered the incident clearly.

“You sure gave me a scare,” he said to Aggie. “For if you were a German I was gone, and if you were an officer of the A. E. F. I was gone more. Bill and I just slipped out to take a look round the town behind those woods, account of our captain being a prisoner there.”

“Who is your captain?” Tish asked.

“Name’s Weber. We pulled off a raid last night, and he and a fellow named Sands got grabbed.”

“Weber?” said Mr. Burton, forgetting to whisper.

“You—you don’t mean Captain Weber?” I asked after a sickening pause.

“That’s the man.”

“Oh, dear!” said Aggie.

Suddenly Mr. Burton stopped and put down the basket of grenades.

“I’m damned if I’m going to rescue him!” he said firmly. “Now look here, Miss Tish, I hate to disappoint you, but I’ve got private reasons for leaving Weber exactly where he is.

“I don’t wish him any harm, but if they’d take him and put him to road mending for three or four years I’d be a happier man. And as far as I’m concerned, I’m going to give them the chance.”

The two men had stood listening, and now Bill spoke:

“Am I to understand that this is a rescue party?” he said. “Seeing the basket I thought it was a picnic. I just want to say this: If you have any idea of going to V——, and as we were going in that direction ourselves, we might combine. My friend here and I were over last night, and we know how to get into the town.”

“Very well,” Tish agreed after a moment’s hesitation. “I have no objection. It must be distinctly understood, however, that I am in charge. Captain Sands is my nephew.”

Another light went up just then, and I perceived that he was staring at her.

“My—my word!” he gasped.

We then fell on our faces, and while lying there I heard him whispering to Bill. He then said to Tish: “I believe, lady, that we have met before.”

“Very possibly,” Tish said calmly. “In the course of my welfare work I have met many of our brave men.”

“I wouldn’t call it exactly welfare work you were doing when I saw you.”

“No?” said Tish.

“You may be interested to know that if you hadn’t stolen that ambulance——”

“Salvaged.”

“——salvaged that ambulance I would now be in safety in Paris, instead of—— Not that I’d exchange,” he added. “I wouldn’t have missed this excursion for a good bit. But they made it so darned unpleasant for me that I enlisted.”

The starlight having now died we rose and prepared to advance. Mr. Burton, however, was very difficult and tried to get Tish to promise to leave Captain Weber if we found him.

“It’s the only bit of luck I’ve had since I left home, Miss Tish,” he said.

Tish, however, ignored him, and with the help of our new allies briefly sketched a plan of campaign.

I make no pretensions to military knowledge, but I shall try to explain the situation at V——, as our dear Tish learned it from the general’s papers and the two soldiers. The real German position—a military term meaning location and not attitude—was behind the town, but they kept enough soldiers in it to hold it, and in case of an attack they filled it up with great rapidity. So far the church tower remained standing, as the Allies wished on taking the town to use it to look out from and observe any unfriendly actions on the part of the Germans.

“If only,” Tish said, “we could have repaired that machine gun and brought it the affair would be extremely simple. It has from the beginning been my intention to give the impression of an attack in force.”

She then considered for a short time, and finally suggested that the two soldiers return to the allied Front and attempt to secure two automatic rifles.

“And it might be as well,” she added, “to take Miss Aggie with you. She is wet through, and will undoubtedly before long have a return of her hay fever, which with her has no season. A sneeze at a critical time might easily ruin us.”

Aggie, however, absolutely refused to return, and said that by holding her nostrils closed and her mouth open she could, if she felt the paroxysm coming on, sneeze almost noiselessly. She said also that though not related to her by blood Charlie Sands was as dear as her own, and that if turned back she would go to V—— alone and, if captured, at least suffer imprisonment with him.

Tish was quite touched, I could see, and on the two men departing to attempt the salvage of the required weapons she assisted me in wringing out Aggie’s clothing and in making her as comfortable as possible.

We waited for some time, eating chocolate to restore our strength, and attempting to comfort Mr. Burton, who was very surly.

“It has been my trouble all my life,” he observed bitterly, “not to leave well enough alone. I hadn’t any hope of the success of this expedition before, but now I know you’ll pull it off. You’ll get Sands and you’ll get Weber and send him back—to—well, you understand. It’s just my luck. I’m not complaining, but if I’m killed and he isn’t I’m going to haunt that Y hut and make it darned unpleasant for both of them.”

Tish reproved him for debasing the future life to such purposes, but he was firm.

“If you think I’m going to stand round and be walked through and sat on, and all the indignities that ghosts must suffer, without getting back,” he said gloomily, “you can think again, Miss Tish!”

When the two men returned Tish gave them a brief talking-to.

“First of all,” she said, “there must be no mistake as to who is in command of this expedition. If we succeed it will be by finesse rather than force, and that is distinctly a feminine quality. Second, there is to be no unnecessary fighting. We are here to secure my nephew, not the German Army.”

The man we had bumped off the step of the ambulance, whose name proved to be Jim, said at once that that last sentence had relieved his mind greatly. A few prisoners wouldn’t put them out seriously, but the Allies were feeding more than they could afford already.

“But a few won’t matter,” he added. “Say, a dozen or so. They won’t kick on that.”

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I have never learned where Tish learned her strategy—unless from the papers she took from the general’s cellar.

Military experts have always considered the plan masterly, I believe, and have lauded the mobility of a small force and the greater element of surprise possible, as demonstrated by the incidents which followed.

Briefly Tish adhered to her plan of making the attack seem a large one, by spreading the party over a large area and having it make as much noise as possible.

“By firing from one spot, and then running rapidly either to right or left, and firing again,” she said, “those who have only revolvers may easily appear to be several persons instead of one.”

She then arranged that the two automatic rifles attack the town from in front, but widely separated, while Aggie and myself, endeavoring to be a platoon—or perhaps she said regiment—would advance from the left. On the right Mr. Burton was to move forward in force, firing his revolver and throwing grenades in different directions. Of her own plans she said nothing.

“Forward, the Suicide Club!” said Mr. Burton with that strange sarcasm which had marked him during the last hour.

I have since reflected that certain kinds of men seem to take love very unpleasantly. Aggie, however, maintains that the deeper the love the greater the misery, and that Mr. Wiggins once sent back a muffler she had made for him on seeing her conversing with the janitor of the church about dust in her pew.

In a short time we had passed through the wood and the remainder of the excursion was very slow, owing to being obliged to crawl on our hands and knees. We could now see the church tower, and Tish gave the signal to separate. The men left us at once, but for a short time Tish was near me, as I could tell by an irritated exclamation from her when she became entangled in the enemy’s barbed wire. But soon I realized that she had gone. Looking back I believe it was just before we met the Germans who were out laying wire, but I am not quite certain. There were about ten of the enemy, and they almost stepped on Aggie. She said afterward that she was so alarmed that she sneezed, but that having buried her entire face in a mudhole they did not hear her. We lay quite still for some time, and when they had gone and we could move again Tish had disappeared.

However, we obeyed orders and went on moving steadily to the left, and before long we were able to make out the ruins of V—— directly before us. They were apparently empty and silent, and concealing ourselves behind a fallen wall we waited for the automatic rifles to give the signal. Aggie had taken cold from her wetting, and could hardly speak.

“I’b sure they’ve taked Tish,” were her first words.

“Not alive,” I said grimly.

“Lizzie! Oh, by dear Tish!”

“If you’ve got to worry,” I said rather tartly, “worry about the Germans. It wouldn’t surprise me a particle to see her bring in the lot.”

Well, the attack started just then and Aggie and I got our revolvers and began shooting as rapidly as possible, firing from the end of the village, and with Mr. Burton’s grenades from one side and our revolvers from the other it made a tremendous noise. Aggie and I did our best, I know, to appear to be a large number, firing and then moving to a new point and firing again. I must say from the way those Germans ran toward their own lines behind the town I was not surprised at the rapidity of the final retreat which ended the war. As Aggie said later, we were not there to kill them unless necessary, but they ran so fast at times it was difficult to avoid hitting them. They fairly ran into the bullets.

In a very short time there was not one in sight, but we kept on firing for a trifle longer, and then made for the church, meeting the two privates on the way. When we arrived Mr. Burton was already there and had unfastened a large bolt on the outside of the door. We crowded in, and somebody closed the door and we had a moment to breathe.

“Well, here we are,” said Mr. Burton in a quite cheerful tone. “And not a casualty among us—or the Germans either, I fancy, save those that died of heart disease. Are we all here, by the way?”

He then struck a match, and my heart sank.

“Tish!” I cried. “Tish is not here!”

It was then that a voice from the far end of the church said: “Suffering snakes! I’m delirious, Weber! I knew that beer would get me. I thought I heard——”

Some one was hammering at the door with a revolver, and we heard Tish’s dear voice outside saying: “Keep your hands up! _Lizzie!_”

Mr. Burton opened the door and Tish backed in, followed by a figure that was muttering in German. She had both her revolvers pointed at it, and she said: “Close the door, somebody, and get a light. I think it’s a general.”

Well, Charlie Sands was coming with a candle stuck in the neck of a bottle, and he seemed extremely surprised. He kept stumbling over things and saying “Wake me, Weber,” until he had put a hand on my arm.

“It’s real,” he said then. “It’s a real arm. Therefore it is, it must be. And yet——”

“Stop driveling,” Tish said sharply, “and tie up this general or whatever he is. I don’t trust him. He’s got a mean eye.”

It has been the opinion of military experts that the reason the enemy had apparently lost its morale and failed to make a counter attack at once was the early loss of this officer. In fact, a prisoner taken later I believe told the story that V—— had been attacked and captured by an entire division, without artillery preparation, and that he himself had seen the commanding officer killed by a shell. But the truth was that Tish, having fallen into an empty trench a moment or so before I missed her, had after recovering from the shock and surprise followed the trench for some distance, finding that she could advance more rapidly than by crawling on the surface.

She had in this manner happened on a dugout where a German officer was sitting at a table with a lighted candle marking the corners of certain playing cards with the point of a pin. He seemed to be in a very bad humor, and was muttering to himself. She waited in the darkness until he had finished, and had shoved the cards into his pocket. When he had extinguished the candle he started back along the trench toward the village, and Tish merely put her two revolvers to his back and captured him.

I pass over the touching reunion between Tish and her beloved nephew. He seemed profoundly affected, and moving out of the candlelight gave way to emotion that fairly shook him. It was when he returned wiping his eyes that he recognized the German officer. He became exceedingly grave at once.

“I trust you understand,” he said to him, “that this—er—surprise party is no reflection on your hospitality. And I am glad to point out also that the pinochle game is not necessarily broken up. It can continue until you are moved back behind the Allied lines. I may not,” he added, “be able to offer you a church, because if I do say it you people have been wasteful as to churches. But almost any place in our trenches is entirely safe.”

He then looked round the group again and said: “Don’t tell me Aunt Aggie has missed this! I couldn’t bear it.”

“Aggie!” I cried. “Where is Aggie?”

It was then that the painful truth dawned on us. Aggie had not entered the church. She was still outside, perhaps wandering alone among a cruel and relentless foe. It was a terrible moment.

I can still see the white and anxious faces round the candle, and Tish’s insistence that a search be organized at once to find her. Mr. Burton went out immediately, and returned soon after to say that she was not in sight, and that the retiring Germans were sending up signal rockets and were probably going to rush the town at once.

We held a short council of war then, but there was nothing to do but to retire, having accomplished our purpose. Even Tish felt this, and said that it was a rule of war that the many should not suffer for the few; also that she didn’t propose losing a night’s sleep to rescue Charlie Sands and then have him retaken again, as might happen any minute.

We put out the candle and left the church, and not a moment too soon, for a shell dropped through the roof behind us, and more followed it at once. I was very uneasy, especially as I was quite sure that between explosions I could hear Aggie’s voice far away calling Tish.

We retired slowly, taking our prisoner with us, and turning round to fire toward the enemy now and then. We also called Aggie by name at intervals, but she did not appear. And when we reached the very edge of the town the Germans were at the opposite end of it, and we were obliged to accelerate our pace until lost in the Stygian darkness of the wood.

It was there that I felt Tish’s hand on my arm.

“I’m going back,” she said in a low tone. “Driveling idiot that she is, I cannot think of her hiding somewhere and sneezing herself into captivity. I am going back, Lizzie.”

“Then I go too,” I said firmly. “I guess if she’s your responsibility she’s mine too.”