Part 43 (1/2)
”Also, usually the last to leave it.”
”It seems fitting to me that the enemies of a thousand years should have exhausted all their enmity and should now be united against a common foe.”
”Without you we could not win.”
Lannes' wonderful eyes were sparkling. There is something deep and moving in the friends.h.i.+ps of youth. Moreover it made a powerful appeal to his strongly-developed dramatic side. Foes of a thousand years were bound to acknowledge the merits of each other. Carstairs, less demonstrative, felt the same appeal. Then they too shook hands with strength and enthusiasm.
”I approve of this love-feast,” said Wharton, ”but don't fall to kissing each other. Man kissing man is a continental custom I can't stand.”
”Don't be alarmed,” said Lannes laughing. ”It's pa.s.sing out in France, and I certainly would not do it. I've lived a while in your country. Now will you wait here, my friends? I have a report to make, but I will return in a half hour.”
When Lannes returned he handed a letter to John: ”Your uncle and the worthy Mr. Anson have managed to reach Paris through Switzerland,” he said. ”I found them, and, on the chance that I might reach you, the distinguished Senator, your uncle, gave me the letter that I now give to you.”
Making his excuses to the others John read it hastily. His uncle wrote in a resigned tone. He and Mr. Anson would remain in Paris a short time, and then if the German forces came near, as he feared they might, they would cross to London. He hoped that his nephew would leave the army and join them there, but if contrary to all good advice, he insisted on remaining he trusted that he would fight bravely and show the superiority of Americans to the decadent Europeans.
”Good old Uncle Jim,” said John to himself, as he put the letter back in his pocket. ”Maybe it's a faith like his that will really make us the greatest nation in the world.”
He did not see any great difference at that moment between the sublime faith of Senator Pomeroy in the United States and the equally sublime faith of Carstairs in the British Empire. The only difference was in their way of expressing it. But he felt a great affection for his uncle, and he knew very well that the chances were against his ever seeing him again. A slight mist came before his eyes.
”I thank you for bringing the letter, Lannes,” he said. ”My uncle and Mr. Anson will remain a while in Paris, and then they will probably go to London.”
He would not tell Lannes the Senator's reason for leaving Paris.
”From what place have you come after leaving Paris, if it's no army secret?” he asked.
Lannes with a dramatic gesture swept his hand over his head.
”From there. From the heavenly vault,” he replied. ”I have been everywhere. Over forests and many cities, over the German lines and over our own lines. I have seen the Germans coming not in thousands but in millions. I thought once that the army of our allies would be cut off, but it has joined with our own in time.”
”Is it true that we fight tomorrow?”
”As surely as the rising of the sun.”
”In that case it would be better for us all to go to sleep,” said Carstairs phlegmatically. ”We'll need our full strength in the morning.”
But John was not able to close his eyes for a long time. His rather loose position as an aide enabled him to go about much with Darrell, the young officer to whom he had been introduced first, and he saw that the British army awaited the battle with eagerness, not unmixed with curiosity. In John's opinion they held the enemy far too lightly, and he did not hesitate to say so. Darrell was not offended.
”It's our national characteristic,” he said, ”and I suppose it can't be changed. This overweening confidence sometimes brings us defeats that we might have avoided, and again it brings us victories that we might not have won otherwise. Tommy Atkins is always convinced that he can beat two soldiers of any other nation, unless it's you Yankees. Of course he can't, but the belief helps him a lot.”
”Remember how you fared in the Boer war.” Darrell laughed.
”Tommy Atkins doesn't read history, and those who remember it have long since convinced themselves that the Boer successes were due to strange tricks or are merely legendary.”
John was not at all sure that Darrell was not a better born and better educated Tommy Atkins himself. He, and all the other young officers whom he met, seemed to be absolutely sure of victory on the morrow, no matter how numerous the German host might be.
After a while he lay down in the gra.s.s, wrapped in a blanket, near his comrades and slept. But the August night was not quiet, and it was an uneasy sleep. He awoke far before dawn and stood up. He heard distant shots now and then from the pickets, and the powerful searchlights often played on the far horizon, casting a white, uncanny glare. Darker spots appeared in the dusky sky. The aeroplanes were already hovering above, watching for the first movement of the enemy.
He walked to the place, where the _Arrow_ was lying, and saw Lannes standing beside it, fully clothed for flight.
”I'm carrying dispatches to our own army on the right,” said Lannes, ”and I don't think you will see me again for several days. You fight today, you know.”
”And we shall win?”