Part 37 (1/2)

John knew that the threat would be kept. Julie Lannes paled a little, and the faithful Suzanne by her side was darkly menacing, but they showed no other emotion.

”Don't risk anything,” said John in the lowest of whispers. ”It would be useless.”

Julie nodded. The carts moved on down the gorge, their wheels and the hoofs of the horses making but little noise on the soft turf. The crash of the guns was now distinctly louder and far ahead they saw wisps of smoke floating above the trees. John was sure that the German batteries were there, but he was equally sure that even had he gla.s.ses he could not have seen them. They would certainly be masked in some adroit fas.h.i.+on.

The roaring also grew on their right and left. That must be the French cannon, and soon they would be beyond the French lines. His bitterness increased. Nothing could be more galling than to be carried in this manner through one's own forces and into the camp of the enemy. And there was Julie, sitting quiet and pale, apparently without fear.

He reckoned that they rode at least three miles in the gorge. Then they came into a shallow stream about twenty feet wide that would have been called a creek at home. Its banks were fairly high, lined on one side by a hedge and on the other by willows. Instead of following the path any further the Germans turned into the bed of the stream and drove down it two or three miles. The roar of the artillery from both armies was now very great, and the earth shook. Once John caught the shadow of a huge sh.e.l.l pa.s.sing high over their heads.

All the prisoners knew that they were well beyond hope of rescue for the present. The French line was far behind them and they were within the German zone. It was better to be resigned, until they saw cause for hope.

When they came to a low point in the eastern bank of the stream the carts turned out, reached a narrow road between lines of poplars and continued their journey eastward. In the fields on either side John saw detachments of German infantry, skirmishers probably, as they had not yet reached the line of cannon.

”Officer,” said John to the German leader, ”couldn't you unbind the arms of my friend in the cart here? Ropes around one's wrists for a long time are painful, and since we're within your lines he has no chance of escape now.”

The officer looked at Picard and shrugged his shoulders.

”Giants are strong,” he said.

”But a little bullet can lay low the greatest of them.”

”That is so.”

He leaned from his horse, inserted the point of his sword between Picard's wrists and deftly cut the rope without breaking the skin.

Picard clenched and unclenched his hands and drew several mighty breaths of relief. But he was a peasant of fine manners and he did not forget them. Turning to the officer, he said:

”I did not think I'd ever thank a German for anything, but I owe you grat.i.tude. It's unnatural and painful to remain trussed up like a fowl going to market.”

The officer gave Picard a glance of pity and rode to the head of the column, which turned off at a sharp angle toward the north. The great roar and crash now came from the south and John inferred that they would soon pa.s.s beyond the zone of fire. But for a long time the thunder of the battle was undiminished.

”Do you know this country at all?” John asked Picard.

The giant shook his head.

”I was never here before, sir,” he said, ”and I never thought I should come into any part of France in this fas.h.i.+on. Ah, Mademoiselle Julie, how can I ever tell the tale of this to your mother?”

”No harm will come to me, Antoine,” said Julie. ”I shall be back in Paris before long. Suzanne and you are with me--and Mr. Scott.”

Suzanne again frowned darkly, but John gave Julie a grateful glance.

Wisdom, however, told him to say nothing. The officer in command came back to the cart and said, pointing ahead:

”Behold your destination! The large house on the hill. It is the headquarters of a person of importance, and you will find quarters there also. I trust that the ladies will hold no ill will against me. I've done only what my orders have compelled me to do.”

”We do not, sir,” said Julie.

The officer bowed low and rode back to the head of the column. He was a gallant man and John liked him. But his attention was directed now to the house, an old French chateau standing among oaks. The German flag flew over it and sentinels rode back and forth on the lawn. John remembered the officer's words that a ”person of importance” was making his headquarters there. It must be one of the five German army commanders, at least.

He looked long at the chateau. It was much such a place as that in which Carstairs, Wharton and he had once found refuge, and from the roof of which Wharton had worked the wireless with so much effect. But houses of this type were numerous throughout Western Europe.

It was only two stories in height, large, with long low windows, and the lawn was more like a park in size. It as now the scene of abundant life, although, as John knew instinctively, not the life of those to whom it belonged. A number of young officers sat on the gra.s.s reading, and at the edge of the grounds stood a group of horses with their riders lying on the ground near them. Not far away were a score of high powered automobiles, several of which were armored. John also saw beyond them a battery of eight field guns, idle now and with their gunners asleep beside them. He had no doubt that other troops in thousands were not far away and that, in truth, they were in the very thick of the German army.