Part 76 (2/2)

”Act! Act!” he murmured.

”Yes.” Her fingers exercised the faintest pressure on his shoulder.

”Your true love, your one enduring love, is the guns. All other loves come and go. To-morrow, if not, next day, in this big, throbbing world, with your future a.s.sured, as you lived other great moments you would look back on this moment as another part that you had acted--and so beautifully acted.”

”Act! Act!” he repeated, like one who is coming to grip with facts.

For a period he stared at the ground before he reached for the hand on his shoulder, which he pressed in both of his, looking soberly into her eyes. He smiled; smiled apparently at a memory, let her hand drop, and raised his own hands, palms out, in a gesture of good-humored comprehension.

”You know me!” he exclaimed. ”But I did it well, didn't I?” he asked, after a pause.

”Beautifully. I repeat, it was convincingly real,” she replied, laughing in relief.

”If I hadn't, it would have been most disappointing after all my rehearsals,” he went on. ”Yes, you know me! Why, I might have been wanting to break the engagement in a week because I was beginning other rehearsals!” He laughed, too, as if relis.h.i.+ng the prospect. ”Yes, I act--act always, except with the guns. They alone are real!” he burst out in joyous fury. ”We are going on, I and my guns, on to the best yet--on in the pursuit! Nothing can stop us! We shall hit the Grays so fast and hard that they can never get their machine in order again. G.o.d bless you! Everything that is fine in me will always think finely of you! You and Lanny--two fixed stars for me!”

”Truly!” She was radiant. ”Truly?” she asked wistfully.

”Yes, yes--a yes as real as the guns!”

”Then it helps! Oh, how it helps!” she murmured almost inaudibly.

”Good-by! G.o.d bless you!” he cried as he started to go, adding over his shoulder merrily: ”I'll send you a picture post-card from the Grays'

capital of my guns parked in the palace square.”

She watched him leap the garden wall as lightly as he had come and gallop away, an impersonation of the gay, adventurous spirit of war, counting death and wounds and hards.h.i.+p as the delights of the gamble.

Yes, he would follow the Grays, throwing sh.e.l.ls in the irresponsible joy of tossing confetti in a carnival. Pursuit! Was Feller's the sentiment of the army? Were the Browns not to stop at the frontier? Were they to change their song to, ”Now we have ours we shall take some of theirs”?

The thought was fresh fuel to the live coals that still remained under the ashes.

A brigade commander and some of his staff-officers near by formed a group with faces intent around an operator who was attaching his instrument to a field-wire that had just been reeled over the hedge.

Marta moved toward them, but paused on hearing an outburst of jubilant exclamations:

”A hundred thousand prisoners!”

”And five hundred guns!”

”We're closing in on their frontier all along the line!”

”It's incredible!”

”But the word is official--it's right!”

From mouth to mouth--a hundred thousand prisoners, five hundred guns--the news was pa.s.sed in the garden. Eyes dull with fatigue began flas.h.i.+ng as the soldiers broke into a cheer that was not led, a cheer unlike any Marta had heard before. It had the high notes of men who were weary, of a terrible exultation, of spirit stronger than tired legs and as yet unsatisfied. Other exclamations from both officers and men expressed a hunger whetted by the taste of one day's victory.

”We'll go on!”

”We'll make peace in their capital!”

”And with an indemnity that will stagger the world!”

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