Part 17 (1/2)

”And so you chose flight! Good!” said Henri. ”We chose the same.

Here we are, snug in this place, with plenty of ammunition, and ready and eager to continue fighting. If any of you men understand a machine-gun, get to the one we have, at once, and man it; the rest, who have no rifles, can a.s.sist in any way that appeals to them. Ah! Watch those fellows. They are streaming into the hall. There are fifty--more--perhaps a hundred of them.”

There were indeed considerably more of the Brandenburgers to be seen when the dust from that shattered wall had subsided. They came streaming in to the darkened hall, dishevelled, their _Pickelhaubes_ gone in many cases, their rifles missing, their grey clothing now a ma.s.s of caked mud, and their hands and faces of the same colour.

Shouting and bellowing their triumph, they ma.s.sed in the room till an officer made himself apparent.

”Those men? Those Frenchmen who pa.s.sed before us?” he asked in the arrogant manner of the Prussian; ”you killed them--eh?”

”No! They went on ahead of us, up those stairs yonder,” one of the men answered.

”Then no doubt they are cut off, like rats in a trap. Go in and kill them.”

Henri turned and whispered to his friends.

”You heard that?” he asked them. ”But perhaps you do not speak German.

Then I will translate; they say they have us here like rats in a trap, and the order has been pa.s.sed to come and kill us. Well, personally, I have a great objection to being killed, and I have every wish indeed to kill our enemies. Get ready! Load! Two hundred Germans shan't turn us out of these quarters.”

CHAPTER XV

Rats in a Trap

Douaumont Fort was captured. But for that handful of men who had nominated Henri as their leader, and who crouched behind the parapet of grain-bags at the summit of the narrow flight of steps within the fort, not a Frenchman remained to defend it. The ”pillar of the defence of Verdun”, as the Kaiser and his War Staff had termed it, was in their hands, and at once the news was flashed broadcast across the States of Germany and to every neutral country.

”Douaumont has fallen. We hold the fortress firmly in our hands. The resistance of the French before Verdun is almost broken, and in a short time we shall capture that city.”

That was the gist of the _communique_ issued to the world--a _communique_ which set the people of Germany, at this time rendered anxious and despondent by the position in which they found themselves, rejoicing and flying flags. For, indeed, they needed some sort of encouragement. To east and west, and on the seas in all directions, the Central Empires were hemmed in by a line of soldiers, steadily growing stronger, and by s.h.i.+ps of the British Fleet which daunted those of the Germans. True, at this date, looking at the map of Europe, the Kaiser might crow and ask his people to behold the conquests their troops and those of Austria and Bulgaria had gained for them. There was the greater part of Belgium, all but that thin strip running from Ypres to Dunkirk; there was Luxembourg, that little State which had been captured without even protest; there were the north-eastern provinces of France, rich in iron ore and coal and iron industries; and to the east there was the whole of Serbia; while all Poland and a respectable slice of the Tsar's dominions were in his possession.

”See how we have succeeded! Behold our conquests; won for us by the blood and bravery of our soldiers!” the Kaiser had often called to his people.

And yet that was only one side of the picture. Territorial gains had no doubt been obtained--territorial gains of no mean dimensions; but, as we have inferred, and as the War Staffs of Austria and Germany knew well enough, the troops of the Allied Powers were unbeaten, were getting stronger every day, while those of the Central Powers were becoming less numerous; and more than that--far more perhaps--was the fact that trade for the Central Powers had ceased altogether. Nothing might come to either of these countries that did not first pa.s.s inspection by the s.h.i.+ps of the British fleet; and, as a consequence, food-stuffs, raw material, everything, in fact, had practically ceased to enter the country. Thus food was short: bread was hardly obtainable, though a subst.i.tute had been invented; while meat was a luxury to be enjoyed only by the richest. Yes, the condition of affairs in Germany and Austria was none too exhilarating, and Austrians and Germans alike needed some stimulus--something to hearten them, to keep up their spirits and their courage. And here was stimulus indeed.

The fort of Douaumont was captured--that fort which they had been led to believe was heavily armed, was deemed impregnable indeed, and the capture of which was a feat almost impossible of achievement, had fallen to the valour of the Germans, to the valour indeed of the Brandenburgers. What then could prevent the fall of Verdun itself?

That indeed would compensate them for the hunger they suffered, and for the cruel losses the French were inflicting upon their soldiers.

And but for Henri's little band, as we have said, the fortress of Douaumont was captured.

”See them down in the hall, Henri, mon garcon,” said the bearded veteran, who crouched beside our hero, and who, indeed, seemed to have taken him under his own particular protection--not that Henri needed much protection from anyone, for at that moment as he sat there in command of his detachment, he looked as resolute and capable a young fellow as one might wish to meet.

”Yes, they are there, mon ami,” he replied. ”I see them, and, moreover, they too see us. We shall hear from them shortly.”

And hear from the Brandenburgers Henri and his party presently did.

For an officer dragged a much-soiled handkerchief from his pocket and picked his way, over the tumbled ma.s.ses of masonry littering the floor of the hall beyond, towards the exit which gave access to the stairs.

Dapper and smart to a certain extent, though somewhat dishevelled by the charge in which he had taken a share; arrogant, like the majority of German officers, and bearing about his figure something which seemed familiar to Henri, he stopped at that exit, and, looking up the stairway, peered hard at the enemy.

”Above, there!” he called, and Henri and Jules instantly recognized his voice.

”Our friend of Ruhleben--the fellow who was so anxious to shoot us the other day when we tumbled into his bivouac in the forest. Well, the shooting will not be all on one side now,” grinned Jules, his lips close to Henri's ear, as they both peered over the top of the barricade.

”Above, there!” the German officer snapped again. ”Ah! You will not answer, then; though I know well enough that Frenchmen are there.

Well, let it be so! But don't say that I have not warned you. I give you one minute to come down and surrender--after that, I will blow you to pieces.”