THE FIGHT IN THE DAWN
“The fighting man shall from the sun
Take warmth, and life from the glowing earth;
Speed with the light-foot winds to run.
And with the trees to newer birth;
And find, when fighting shall be done,
Great rest, and fulness after dearth.”
JULIAN GRENFELL.
IN the little inlet, shadowed by the high rocks, everything was very
quiet. The tide was running out rapidly: foot by foot the smooth
boulders came out of the sea, to stand like sentinels until once more
the heaving green water should swing back and climb gently until it
rippled over their heads. Inch by inch the opening grew, forming the
entrance to the cave under the rocks, and the water slid out as though
rejoicing to escape from its dark prison within and to seek the laughing
freedom of the sea that tumbled beyond the headlands. Overhead a
half-moon sailed, now and then blotted out by drifting clouds; and in
the East was the faintest glimmer of the coming dawn. But the water of
the little bay lay black and formless, and though the sands showed,
visible and pale, the shadows that lay about the great boulders were
like pools of ink.
On the flat rock over the cave Jim and Wally crouched, now and then
moving cautiously to keep their tired limbs from stiffening. It was very
cold, in the silent hour before dawn. Two hours earlier they had climbed
down from above, making use of the scant moonlight or clinging like
limpets to the cliff when the clouds blotted out the moon’s faint
radiance: glad to arrive at their destination with nothing worse than
bruises and torn clothes.
Once on the rock, they had set about their preparations: crawling all
over it, making sure of knowing every inch in the dark, and becoming
acquainted with each boulder that lay upon its surface. They tested them
with their crowbars in the darkness, and found it possible to move all
but two or three. The great fragment that balanced near the edge they
levered nearer still, so that only a little effort would be needed to
send it crashing down; and then they moved others near it, working with
caution that was almost painful, lest even a scratch of rock on rock
should carry a warning across the dark water. Below them, the waves had
at first rippled and splashed against the crags; but gradually they
receded, and leaning over, lying flat on the stone, they could make out
the position of the great boulder that marked the entrance to the cave,
and so make sure that their balanced rock was in the right place. Then
there was nothing to do but wait.
How the minutes dragged! Far up on the northern headland, Norah crouched
among sparse furze and heather, unheeding the prickly branches that
forbade comfort. The edge of the low cliff prevented her seeing the
inlet; she could only watch the dim outline of the coast, stretching
northward, and the stormy sky with its hurrying clouds. Before her
loomed dimly the heap of petrol-soaked wood and furze which they had
roughly piled in the darkness behind a boulder that hid it from watching
eyes, should any be on the alert. She had expected to be afraid when at
last they had all shaken hands with her and wished her luck before
creeping away to their posts; but now she found that she had no sense of
fear. Jim had stayed behind for a moment and kissed her, calling her
“old kiddie” in the way she loved. In the agony of wondering if she
would ever hear his voice again there was no room for fear for herself.
John O’Neill had had longer to wait before climbing down to the beach.
He had lain on the edge of the high ground, motionless, taking advantage
of every moonlit moment to learn by heart the scene below as the tide
crawled backward. Jim’s plan was fresh in his memory: now he stared at
each boulder, studying opportunities for cover and making out the path
that the Germans must take to the cave. He knew where it was, though he
could not see it: it relieved him, too, that he was unable to discern
Jim and Wally, or to hear the faintest sound of their presence, although
he knew they must be on the rock. Finally, he made his cautious way to
the beach, and followed the tide out yard by yard, creeping from one
shadow to another: a shadow himself, white-faced and frail, among the
rugged boulders.
It was very cold, on the wet sand; he shivered, and his teeth chattered.
He fell to rubbing himself steadily, chafing his wrists and ankles; but
it seemed as though the long watch would never end. Once, when the
clouds suddenly blew apart and the moon shone more brightly, he fancied
he saw a dim shape outside the headlands: a shape that might have been a
ship. But before he had time to be certain the dark masses overhead
drifted together once more, leaving him in doubt as to whether it had
not been his imagination.
The shadow of dawn came in the east, and O’Neill felt his heart sink.
They were not coming, after all: soon it would be daylight and the tide
would turn and come creeping back to hide the cave for another twelve
hours. For a moment the keenness of disappointment made him shiver,
suddenly colder than he had ever been; and then his heart thumped and
the blood seemed to rush through his veins. Something, long, and grey,
and very faint was showing on the water. It was not a dream: he heard a
faint plash that he knew was an oar, muffled yet distinct in the deep
stillness: and then a low mutter of a voice, coming across the sea to
him. He drew a long, satisfied breath, and felt a hatchet that hung at
his belt, as he had felt it a hundred times, to make sure that it hung
where he could draw it easily. Then his hand closed on the revolver in
his coat-pocket and clung to it almost lovingly. For the first time in
his life it did not matter in the least that he was a hunchback.
The low sound of oars came nearer, and gradually, out of the darkness, a
boat loomed upon the water and grounded softly on the strand. They were
not half a dozen yards from where O’Neill crouched in a patch of black
shadow, watching between two rocks. The men in her stepped out, quietly,
but showing no sense of danger. They were more in number than he had
expected; there would be a stiff fight if Jim and Wally failed to trap
them. He crouched lower, scarcely daring to breathe. Then one who was
evidently in command gave a low curt order and they filed off along the
winding path between the strewn boulders, leaving two of their number in
the boat.
The rocks hid the main body for a moment. The guards worked the boat
round until her bow pointed outwards in readiness for the run back to
the submarine; then they came out, stamping on the sand to keep warm.
One of them, a thick-set fellow in oilskins, strode inland a few yards,
pausing so close to O’Neill that the Irishman could have touched him,
and for a sick instant he thought he was discovered; but the sailor
strolled back to his companion with a muttered curse at the cold, and
they stood by the boat, talking in low tones. O’Neill searched the rocks
with his eyes, straining to see the entrance to the cave. Surely it was
time for them to have reached it. Would the sound he longed for never
come?
Then came a long reverberating crash, and another, and yet another and a
long, terrible cry, and above it a shrill whistle. The men on the beach
swung round, breaking into a torrent of bewildered furious speech. On
the northern headland came a flicker of light that spread upwards and
soared in a sheet of flame; and simultaneously Sir John fired at the man
nearest him and saw him pitch into the water on his face. The second man
rushed at him as he rose from behind the rock, and he fired again, and
missed; and the German Was upon him, towering over the slight, misshapen
form, and firing as he came. O’Neill felt a sharp agony in his side. The
two revolvers rang out together, and the German staggered and fell
bodily upon him, crushing him to the sand, while his revolver flew from
his hand, splashing into a pool in a rock.
The Irishman twisted himself from under the inert weight, and struggled
to his feet. A German was rushing towards the boat, threading his way
among the rocks, his face desperate in its bewilderment and rage. The
sight gave strength to John O’Neill anew; he ran to the boat, staggering
as he ran, and pulling at his hatchet. There were dark stains on it as
he grasped it. The German saw his intention and shouted furiously, and
shots began to whistle past O’Neill. There was no time to look: he flung
himself into the boat, hacking wildly at the bottom, smiling as it split
under his blows and he felt the cold inrush of the water round his feet.
The German was upon him: just once he glanced aside from his work and
saw the cruel face and the levelled revolver very close, somewhere it
seemed that Jim and Wally were shouting. He smiled again, turning for a
final blow at the boat. Then sea and rock and sky seemed to burst round
him, with a deafening roar, in a blaze of white light that turned the
grey dawn into a path of glory.
He woke from a dreamless sleep. They were all about him: kind faces that
loved him, that bent over him speaking gently. Some one had propped his
head, and had spread coats over him: he was glad of it, for he was very
cold. The wavering faces steadied as his vision grew clearer, and he saw
them all: David Linton and the boys, and Norah kneeling by him, her eyes
full of tears. That troubled him, and he groped for her hand, and held
it.
“You mustn’t cry,” he whispered.
Some one raised his head a little, putting a flask to his lips. He drank
eagerly. Then he saw another face he knew.
“Hallo, Aylwin!” he said. “Did you get her?”
The sailor nodded. “Don’t talk, old man.”
O’Neill laughed outright. The brandy had brought life back to him.
“I’m perfectly well,” he said. “Tell me, Jim—quick!”
“We got them quite easily,” Jim said, his voice shaking. “The first rock
blocked the entrance, and they’re there yet. We sent down all the rocks,
and one fell on one of the two guards they left; the other managed to
wing Wally before he ran.”
O’Neill started.
“Is he hurt?”
“Only my arm,” said Wally. “It’s quite all right—don’t you worry. It
wasn’t much to pay for the haul we got—thanks to you.” The boyish face
twitched, and he put out his hand and took O’Neill’s in its grip.
“Go on, please,” Sir John begged.
“The other chap ran,” Jim said: “of course his idea was to get the boat
back to the submarine. The brute got a start of us while we were making
sure the others were blocked in securely.”
“Have you put a guard there?” O’Neill interrupted, anxiously. “They
might break out.”
“Half a dozen of my men,” Aylwin said, quickly. “It’s all right, old
chap.”
“We saw him begin to fire at you, and we did our best,” said Jim, with a
groan. “We didn’t dare fire, for fear of hitting you, until we were
close. Then we got him—but——” His strained voice ceased.
“You needn’t worry—his mate had fixed me first,” said O’Neill,
serenely. “It was great luck I had, to be able to get to the boat at
all: your man didn’t matter.” He laughed happily. “This makes up for
having lived. Tell me your part of it, Bob.”
“We got down in very good time,” Aylwin said. “The ship couldn’t come
in, of course; but I’ve a handy motor-boat with a gun rigged in her, and
we sneaked in and lay just under the south headland. It was quite
simple; we were into the inlet before the first flare died down, and
there was the submarine, with nothing doing. It was as easy as shelling
peas.”
“Then it was your gun . . . ?” O’Neill said.
“Yes. We’re on guard, of course; but she won’t come up again. When it’s
light we’ll deal with the gentlemen in the cave.” The sailor’s curt
voice became even more abrupt. “Never saw a show better planned—the
whole thing went like clockwork. I always knew you had the makings of a
general in you, Jack!”
O’Neill gave a quick, happy sigh.
“The boys and Norah did it all,” he said. “But it was splendid fun, to
be able to take a hand. I said it would be a jewel of a fight!”
A slow wave of weakness stole over him, and he closed his eyes.
“Is the tide coming in?” he said, presently. “I thought I felt
it—creeping.”
Jim took off his coat and put it on his feet.
“We’ll get you up to the motor presently,” he said, his young voice
unsteady. O’Neill laughed.
“Not before the finish,” he said. “It won’t be long.”
Norah’s head went down suddenly on his hand.
“You can’t die!” she said,—“we can’t spare you, dear Sir John. We’re
going to make you better!”
“Dying is only a very little matter, dear little mate,” O’Neill said.
“It’s living that hurts. And just think of what I have—a man’s finish!
That is a great thing, when one has lived a hunchback.”
He did not speak for a long time, lying with closed eyes. The dawn was
breaking: light grew on the surface of the inlet, where long streaks of
oil floated on the ripples. They watched the quiet figure. Under the
coats that covered him, all traces of deformity were lost. Something of
new beauty had crept into the high-bred features; and when he opened his
eyes again they were like the smiling eyes of a child. They met Jim’s,
and the lips smiled too, while his weak hand rested on Norah’s head.
“And I worrying,” he said, “because I was out of the war.”
“You had your own job,” said Aylwin. “And you pulled it off, old man.”
“It was great luck,” O’Neill said. “God had pity. Enormous luck . . . to
finish at a man’s job.” He did not speak again. The sun, climbing
upwards, shone tenderly upon the happy face.
[Illustration: “The German saw his intention and shouted furiously, and
shots began to whistle past O’Neill.”]
_Jim and Wally_] [_Page_ 253
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10. BEN BO’SUN
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TRANSCRIBER NOTES
Misspelled words and printer errors have been corrected. Where multiple
spellings occur, majority use has been employed.
Punctuation has been maintained except where obvious printer errors
occur.
Some illustrations were moved to facilitate page layout.