TOM KEEPS HIS WORD
THE air service boys did not hesitate.
Tom had mapped out the course, to which Jack had agreed, and they were
ready to undertake the task set before them.
Tom hastened to help lift the little girl, so that his chum might get a
firm clasp with one arm around her. He also knew that Helene's
instinctive action in clinging to Jack's neck would greatly assist
matters.
Now Jack was sliding down. Tom's heart seemed to be in his throat with
suspense. Would the rope hold? He hoped age had not weakened the
strands, so that a sudden extra strain might cause it to part. Still he
had tested as best he could. It would hold--it must hold.
The seconds slipped by, though if Tom's feelings had been consulted they
might be said to drag; for it seemed an age before he knew that Jack had
safely landed by the sudden slackening of the rope.
How eagerly did Tom clamber over the window-sill and start downward! It
was a mere nothing to him, accustomed to all sorts of athletic action.
He quickly found himself alongside the crouching figure of Jack, who
still held the child in his arm as if to reassure her.
Louder than ever came the babel of voices from the road. The officers
had, it seemed, finally come to believe what the chauffeurs were saying.
Some unknown prowler had stolen their petrol while they waited for the
coming of their officers. The thought was demoralizing. The loud, sharp
whistle that now came to the ears of the air service boys must mean a
general alarm. There must be a body of troops in camp somewhere back of
the chateau. These would be quickly on the scene, ready to scour the
whole neighborhood, in the hope of ferreting out the spy who had been
trying to discover the subject of the consultation, or council of war.
Tom now took the lead. The sooner they made off the better for their
chances of ultimate escape. Delay now might lose them the game, for it
was to be expected that with the alarm once given all avenues of escape
would be closed, and a cordon of troops thrown around the chateau, in
hope of enmeshing the prowler.
This getting away required some clever work, because if they were
discovered it would be next to impossible to slip through, with Helene
to be carried, for of course the child could not run fast enough. Jack
clasped the child in his arms and followed close on Tom's heels.
Dodging, and taking advantage of such cover as presented itself they
succeeded in passing beyond what seemed to be the danger point. If
equally successful in eluding any soldiers who might be running toward
the chateau in response to the imperative summons of the general, they
could call themselves lucky indeed.
"Somebody coming ahead there, Tom!" gasped Jack suddenly, as he caught
the hasty patter of footsteps.
"Into these bushes, and get down on all fours!" Tom ordered, setting the
action himself.
Hardly had they succeeded in leaving the road and concealing themselves
in this way than several bounding figures came into sight. They were
German soldiers without doubt, their spiked helmets could be seen and
also the glitter of guns in their hands could be caught.
Once they had rushed past, Tom again took to the road. The danger from
such sudden encounters was great, but there was no other way for them to
proceed. And in order to escape it was necessary that they reach the
cemetery where the big bombing plane awaited their coming.
Once again did they have a thrill. This was when a figure crashed out
of a thicket without warning, and came face to face with them. He, too,
was a soldier, who had possibly taken a short cut through the thickets
in order to reach the road the sooner.
He uttered a startled exclamation. With the shrill sound of the alarm
whistle still echoing through the valley below, of course his suspicions
would be aroused by seeing two figures clad in the garments of aviators,
and bearing away with them the child he, in common with his fellows, may
have noticed playing near the chateau on sunshiny days.
His actions were so hostile that Tom, acting instantaneously, gave him a
blow with the weighty club he had picked up a moment before.
It must have been a well-aimed blow, for the soldier fell in a heap, and
his helmet rolled on the ground.
Jack, unable to resist the temptation to gather in the spoils as a
souvenir of the event, snatched this metal headgear up. Then he rushed
headlong after Tom, who was making off down the slope at full speed.
Just as Jack, still carrying Helene, but making good time, overtook his
chum, he heard a fearful shouting back of him. Jack ground his teeth
with rage, for he could easily guess what it all meant. The soldier who
had been attacked must have recovered quickly. He was now running in the
direction of the chateau and shouting in German.
While, of course, Jack was not able to tell exactly what it was he
yelled, he could give a guess that it meant:
"Here they are! This way everybody. The French dogs are here!"
Of course that would mean immediate pursuit. It complicated the
situation, too, because even though they were fortunate enough to gain
the country cemetery before the searching party came up, they might be
prevented from getting away.
It was down-grade, and that helped a little, if Jack could only hold
out. The little girl was no light weight, and carrying such a burden was
apt to delay even a good runner like Jack, who was already getting short
of breath. But Tom could get the airplane ready to make a quick start as
soon as Jack and his burden should reach the cemetery.
The sounds continued to break out in their rear.
They had now reached the bottom of the ridge, Tom well in advance. The
level valley lay before them. But it seemed to Tom, on glancing back,
that his chum was staggering under the strain, so he called out:
"Here, what's the matter with my spelling you, Jack. It isn't fair to
make you the burden-bearer, when I'm so willing to help. Give me the
child, and let me carry her awhile. We'll make better time if you do."
There was more or less force in the suggestion advanced; so Jack thrust
little Helene into Tom's waiting arms. She did not hesitate to clasp his
neck, even as she had done Jack's, an action which endeared her to Tom,
less prompt than Jack to answer to the appeal of childhood.
After this they seemed to make better time, and Jack also had a chance
to recover his wind. There could be no doubt about their being pursued,
for they could hear loud shouts bursting forth every half minute.
Presumably General von Berthold had by this time realized that his plan
with regard to realizing a fortune some day through little Helene and
the rich iron deposits on the property that would come to her, were in
danger of going astray. Doubtless, also, he had offered an incentive to
the soldiers in the shape of a money bonus, in case they recovered the
child. Jack imagined he could hear the harsh voice of the commander
raised above the tumult from time to time, which would indicate that he
himself led the pursuit.
But here at last they were at the place where the smaller road left the
main one, and entered the country burial grounds.
How fortunate that they had made all their arrangements beforehand! What
if the mending of the leaking reservoir had been left until their return
with Helene! Small chance they would have in that case of effecting
their escape with the aroused Hun soldiers scouring the country in
search of them.
Just then another thing came to pass that caused Jack's heart to feel as
though a cold hand had been pressed down on it. From above came a
familiar sound, especially to the ear of an aviator. It was the
unmistakable buzz of an airplane motor. The sound was growing constantly
louder, as though the machine were heading directly toward the chateau.
Of course it was next to impossible for it to be an allied plane; and so
Jack must conclude that it bore some courier sent from Hindenburg's
headquarters, wherever they might be, with a message of vast importance
meant for the general commanding the sector opposing the American
advance. Tom and Jack exchanged looks. It seemed as though they were now
between the upper and the nether millstones. If they lingered where they
were the soldiers were almost certain to come upon them; and should they
choose to start their motor and make a successful start into the upper
air currents the hostile plane would be ready to challenge them to
deadly combat.
But Tom was already beginning to fasten little Helene in a seat
alongside his own position. From this Jack understood that his chum's
mind was made up, and that half a dozen waiting planes might not daunt
him. They would have to take chances one way or another; and by going
aloft they might at least be in a position to hold their own.
Jack hoped with all his heart they could get away without an upset. The
ground was far from being all that might be wished; but then he had
known even worse in his experience, and had never yet come a cropper.
Besides, Tom would be at the helm, and that stood for a great deal. Jack
hastened to get aboard.
None too soon did the pilot get his machine to going. The Huns were
already howling close by, and must have turned in at the cemetery
entrance as though suspecting the truth.
With a whirr and a clatter the plane was off. Guns had commenced to bark
and red splashes of fire to stab the opaque mist that had now fallen on
the lower ground with the deepening night. Jack felt like laughing at
all these vain efforts to stop their departure.
Bumping along, Tom increased the speed, with Jack waiting in more or
less suspense to ascertain what the outcome would be. Ahead of them rose
the barrier of trees. If they struck that all was lost. But Tom was on
the alert, and just in good time he changed his lifting lever that
caused the nose of the plane to incline upward.
With a rush and a roar they cleared the treetops, though there did not
seem to be a yard to spare. That danger past, Jack felt that they were
better able to cope with the next peril. Down below the disappointed
general continued to shout and the soldiers to shoot, but one was just
as harmless as the other.
"He's coming for us, Tom! That Boche pilot!" shouted Jack. "Swing around
so as to give me a chance to pepper him good and hard!"
Tom did so, and Jack speedily found an opportunity to handle his
machine-gun, which he did with all his old-time vigor.
There was a feeble response from the Hun, who, however, seemed hardly to
understand what it was all about, or just why he should be chasing after
an unknown plane that had come from the region of Von Berthold's
headquarters.
Two minutes passed, and they were no longer followed by the Hun machine.
Jack never knew whether he had done any damage or not, though convinced
that he had seldom made better use of his gun. It was enough for the air
service boys to realize that the field was clear ahead, and with
reasonable luck they ought to be able to make their goal without further
mishap.
Some little time later there was a bit of a sensation created among the
American aviators when a big bombing plane that had been listed as
"missing and supposed to be lost" came settling down like a huge bat.
Harry Leroy was the first to rush alongside to learn if his two chums
were safe and sound. When he saw Tom unstrapping a little girl, Harry
believed, on the spur of the moment, it must be Jeanne Anstey.
And it can be easily believed that both Tom and Jack felt they had had
the most energetic night in all their experience, one that would not
soon be forgotten; while Helene, clasped in Jack's sheltering arms,
contented herself with a repetition of just one word--"Jeanne."