CONCLUSION.
When the main facts of the story had been told the impulsive and gallant
French general insisted that the paper be signed, with him and members
of his staff as witnesses. He also declared that he would see to it that
the family of Andre should be brought on to Paris with as little delay
as possible; because it was expected that sooner or later the Germans
would decide to take Antwerp.
All this filled Rod and his chums with the greatest of pleasure. The
wounded man was looking exceedingly happy, for the news he had just
received concerning his loved ones filled him with more delight than
even the prospect of receiving great military honors, and possibly being
made a captain on account of his recent feat.
Nor was this all, it seemed. While Rod was relating his story he had
noticed that a man who was not in uniform had approached, and seemed to
be listening intently. Thinking that he might be some one who desired to
make a report to the general, Rod had paid little attention to this
unknown party. Judge of his astonishment and delight as well when the
other pushed forward, making a respectful salute to the
commander-in-chief, and announced his identity.
"Behold in me the villain of the piece," he remarked grimly; "I am Jules
Baggott, the cousin who plotted to keep Andre from receiving the
inheritance our uncle had planned to give him. With shame I confess it
now, but, my general, never again would I be guilty of conspiring
against a member of my family who has won for it and for France such
imperishable renown. I, too, saw what Andre did, and even though I had
the power to destroy that paper at this minute I would scorn to do so.
Here and now I beg his forgiveness. His wife and family have reason to
be proud of him, even as we are."
Rod never knew whether Jules meant all he said. He did not altogether
like the man's looks; but his words were fair enough, and he acted as
though for once in his life he was thoroughly ashamed of himself.
It turned out that Jules could not serve as a soldier on account of
lacking the sight in one of his eyes; so there was really nothing to his
discredit in his absence from the army. In reality he had become a
member of the Secret Service, and doubtless would find a means in that
capacity to do his part in the long war that faced France.
Of course the general could not give them any more of his valuable time.
He did shake hands all around again at parting, and assured Rod that he
would take a personal interest in seeing that Andre and his family were
speedily reunited in Paris. With that the boys believed they had good
reason to feel satisfied; and that they could conscientiously give over
their adventurous and perilous journey to the battle front where the two
rival armies were fighting so desperately day after day.
Hanky Panky in particular displayed considerable delight at the prospect
of once more turning their faces toward home. He had, to tell the truth,
become weary of all these pictures of savage warfare, and yearned to
again gaze upon peaceful scenes such as the country beyond the sea held
in store for them. Faces of his boyhood friends were appearing before
him in his dreams every single night, and too the loved ones left behind
had never seemed one half so precious as now.
"This fighting business may be all very well for those who like it,"
Hanky Panky was saying as they prepared to cross the ford again, this
time on the ambulance that would take Andre, as well as several other
wounded men, to the hospitals of Paris, "but I'm not much of a hand at
that game. Baseball and football are the limit of my scrapping
abilities. This thing of standing up before a quick-firing battery, and
getting punched all full of holes, doesn't appeal to me at all, though
Josh here seems to never get enough of watching men shoot each other
down."
"Oh! say, don't make me out to be a regular _savage_," remonstrated
Josh, in turn; "I feel just as bad as the next one to see a man get
hurt; but my folks came of a line of soldiers, I guess, because some of
'em fought in the Revolutionary War; so it must be in my blood to want
to see stirring sights all the time. Now, I wouldn't be caught attending
a bull fight, or even watching two roosters scrap, because that makes me
sick; but when men are standing up and sacrificing their lives for love
of their country it somehow just thrills me to the marrow, and I never
can drag myself away. But all the same I confess I'll be glad to get
back home again. There are plenty of ways to get excitement without
being on the battle line."
They took a last look around them, wishing to carry away a full
remembrance of the scene at the captured ford. How often would every
item of that never-to-be-forgotten engagement come back to haunt them in
memory, as time passed, and they found themselves amidst other
surroundings. In the bellowing of the thunder they might start up in bed
to again fancy themselves listening to the roar of the guns on both
sides of the Marne; in imagination to see the valiant French as they
splashed through the breast-high waters, seeking to reach the bank where
the grim Germans held the fort, and poured such a merciless fire upon
them.
So they crossed the river again, dryshod, and hastened to where they had
secreted their precious motorcycles. According to Rod they would
possibly be able to make the French capital before night had fully set
in; but even though delayed on the road this could easily be
accomplished on the morrow.
Then, after getting a little rest, they would strike out for Havre or
Boulogne, and take passage across on the first boat that could give them
any sort of accommodations; for in the rush of American tourists to get
home people were even willing to sleep in the steerage in order to quit
the inhospitable shores of Europe in flames.
"Take your last look back, fellows," said Rod, after they had said
good-bye to Andre and recovered their machines.
They stood on a slight eminence from which they could see the river and
the French forces beyond. Apparently the council of war had been of
brief duration, and must have settled on starting in pursuit of the
fleeing German rearguard, for already the troops were in motion, with
batteries hastening along the road taken by the enemy.
"Good luck to you all!" said Josh, waving his hat toward the Frenchmen,
whom they had come to regard highly; "and here's wishing that when the
end of the war comes it will bring glory to France; for her noble sons
deserve everything that is good. And now, Rod, say the word, and we'll
make our getaway from here."
"Then here goes!" called out the leader, as he straddled his machine and
started his engine.
With a succession of popping reports he was off, Hanky Panky quickly
following suit, and Josh bringing up the rear. Thus they started toward
Paris, with high hopes of getting to the French capital before long, and
then continuing their journey to the coast.
Whether they succeeded in escaping any more thrilling perils or not
while in the country of the Great War does not concern us just now; all
that can be left to another story at some future date. They had played a
manly part in taking up the cause of the poor little woman in Antwerp,
and believed they would never be sorry on account of having decided to
search for Andre on the battle line before Paris.
THE END.
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