THE CIVIC GUARDS
That this was no mistaken guess they soon learned. Half a mile of fast
walking brought them to a small village, and there they met a stream of
panic-stricken refugees, fleeing from their own burning homes a little
further on. The people of the village swarmed about the newcomers,
exclaiming in horror and anger at their stories. Paul and Arthur
listened.
German cavalry, it seemed, had ridden in early that morning, and posted
notices, in German, French and the Walloon dialect that many of the
peasantry still used. These notices warned all the people that the
German army had occupied the town or village, and that no act of
violence against the invaders must be committed. All arms, it read,
were to be surrendered, and certain rules about keeping lights in every
window and having all doors unlocked must be strictly obeyed.
If obedience were given, said the Germans, no harm would be done to the
occupied places or any of their citizens.
"Then they rode away," a woman was saying. "And presently foot
soldiers came in their places. And--a shot was fired. It struck an
officer. Then they went into the house where the man who fired the
shot had been, and they brought out every man they found in it, and
killed them right before all of us, before they set the house on fire.
And they set other houses on fire, too, where they said they found guns
and pistols! They said we were murderers! Is it murder to defend
oneself in time of war? My man is with the army! Is he a murderer?"
Arthur was panting with anger as he listened. Paul, seeing this, drew
him aside.
"I suppose you think she's right, don't you, Arthur?" he asked, quietly.
"Of course! If you were in your home and you saw German soldiers
coming, wouldn't you shoot as many as you could?"
"Perhaps. But I'd expect them to take me out and shoot me, when they
caught me, and burn my house. I wouldn't call them brutes and
barbarians for doing it."
"But why? Isn't it war to attack the enemy?"
"Yes, if soldiers do it. Soldiers ought to fight soldiers. If women
and men who aren't in uniform fight, they must expect to be attacked
themselves. Listen, Arthur! If our soldiers were in Germany they'd
have to do just what the Germans are doing here, to protect themselves.
They'd have to frighten the people into playing fair, if it couldn't be
done any other way. It isn't fair to hide and shoot a man who isn't
expecting it, is it? At any rate, those are the laws of war. France
and Belgium have agreed to them, and bound themselves by them, just as
the Germans have done. So we can't complain if the Germans stick to
the rules. Don't do anything foolish now. The Germans may be here any
minute, if they're as close to us as these people say."
"I'll do whatever you say, Paul," Arthur agreed, finally. "But it
doesn't seem sensible to me."
"It is sensible and right, believe me," said Paul, earnestly. "And I
think we'll stay here, Arthur, for a little while, anyway. I believe
there'll be a chance for us to do some good work here. If we can keep
these poor people from acting so that the Germans will destroy their
village it will be a good thing, won't it?"
"Ye--es, I suppose so. Yes, I can see that, Paul. Even if I think
it's all wrong, I can see that the Germans are too strong. They can do
whatever they like, whether it's right or not."
"That's one way to look at it," said Paul. "That's one of the things I
hope to try to make them understand--that they'd better submit to
injustice than lose their homes. Might makes right, though the Germans
have a good excuse for acting in the way they do."
"Still I don't see what good we can expect to do, Paul. These people
here don't know us, and I don't believe they'll pay any attention to
anything we say," deep doubt written on his face.
"I think perhaps they will, Arthur. You see, we're in uniform and I'm
hoping that they don't know anything about the Boy Scouts here. They
may think our uniform means that we're connected with the army in some
fashion, and respect it."
"I didn't think of that! I say, that would be rather good fun,
wouldn't it?"
"Look!" said Paul, suddenly. "That's just what I was afraid of!"
A dozen men, in ill assorted and badly fitting uniforms, were coming
from the inn that was the dominating feature, aside from the inevitable
parish church, of the village.
"They belong to the civic guard," said Paul. "I'm afraid they are
going to try to resist the Germans. Look at those guns!"
"They're the old-fashioned ones they used in the army years ago, aren't
they, Paul?"
"Yes, and they'd be about as much good against the new German rifles as
so many pea-shooters!"
The sight of the patchwork uniforms, worn by armed men, seemed to be a
magnet for the panic-stricken inhabitants of the village. So far the
people had been far too busy with their fears and their eagerness to
save themselves to pay any attention to the two scouts, and so Paul and
Arthur were able to attach themselves to the crowd and follow the civic
guardsmen without exciting too much attention. There were curious
glances at their uniforms, but Paul was well pleased by this. He
wanted the people to notice their khaki suits, and he was glad that
they seemed to be rather mystified.
The leader of the guardsmen was a big, burly man, by trade a butcher.
Under his direction his men and a host of volunteer helpers proceeded
to erect a barricade across the road by which, it seemed, the Germans
must enter the village if they came. Old furniture, broken down
wagons, mattresses--anything that came to hand was used in building the
barricade. Then it was covered in front with branches of trees and
bushes.
"There!" said the big butcher, when it was done to his satisfaction.
"Now we can take up our place behind that--and God help the German
pigs! Jean, do you and Marcel go up in the windows of Boerman's house,
there, and make holes in the shutters to shoot through. If they drive
us from this barricade we will take to the houses and the roofs, and do
what we can from there."
A cheer greeted his speech.
"Now we shall be safe!" said one woman. "Ah, if they had had one like
Raymond the butcher to show them how to fight, those poor people would
not have been driven from their homes! He is a man!"
"I think so, too, Paul!" whispered Arthur. "It's something to make a
fight like this, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is something," said Paul. "It's suicide, that's what it is!
How long can they stand against the Germans? They will throw their own
lives away and they won't save the village. Instead, they will simply
make it certain that it will be destroyed. The Germans won't fight
them on even terms. If they find that the place is to defended they'll
bring a couple of guns into action! and shell the place. In five
minutes every house will be on fire, and they will shoot down the men
as they try to run from the flames. Wait! I'm going to see what I can
do!"
Arthur did not seem to be convinced. But when Paul ran forward and
stood before the crowd by the barricade, Arthur was by his side. He
was like a good soldier, obeying his superior officer, as he felt Paul
was, even though he neither understood nor approved the orders he
received.
Now, indeed, the khaki uniforms of the scouts attracted their share of
attention. There was a murmur of surprise; one or two lads laughed
aloud. But the chief emotion of the crowd was one of curiosity. As
Paul walked up to the big self-satisfied butcher, the noise behind the
barricade died away.
"Are you the leader here?" asked Paul.
"Yes--chosen by the Garde Civique of the village of Hannay, in this
time of danger!" announced the butcher, swelling up with pride.
"Then it is your duty to save the people entrusted to your care by
ordering them to go to their homes and to stay there quietly if the
Germans come," said Paul. "Also to call upon your guards and all
others in the village to give up their arms and on no account to fire a
shot against the Germans if they come."
"Eh?" said the astonished Raymond. "Is that the way to save the
village from the Germans?"
"Is it not better to give in to them and know that no one will be hurt
than to make it necessary for them to fire with their cannon? As for
your men, they can do nothing here. If they want to serve their
village and their country, let them enlist in the army."
"Eh?" said Raymond again. He was half angry and wholly puzzled. Paul
did not defer to him at all; he spoke aggressively, and as if he were
entirely sure of himself and of what he was saying. "Who are you, that
you come here giving orders?"
"I'm giving no orders," said Paul. "I am only telling you what the
government wishes. The Germans do not recognize the Garde Civique as
soldiers at all. They are treated as spies, or as outlaws. Any man
who bears arms against the Germans, or shoots at any German, will be
shot as soon as he is caught."
Paul spoke purposely in a loud tone. He saw that his words were making
an impression, not so much on Raymond as on some of the others.
"They won't make prisoners of war of you, you see," he said. "Those
who aren't killed by the shells will be caught, and then they will be
shot or hung. They won't be sent back to Germany, to be safe and
sound, with plenty of food and a good place to sleep. They will be
treated just like men who kill other men in time of peace, except that
they won't have a trial."
"What of it?" asked Raymond, who was beginning to realize that this
sort of talk was bad for his authority. "We can only die once for the
Fatherland! Isn't that so?"
"Then die so that it will be of service for you to die!" said Paul.
"Tear down your barricade. Give up your arms. And then let those of
you who want to fight go to Huy and enlist. There will be plenty of
fighting for you then, and if you are captured you will be treated like
soldiers, and not like murderers and robbers. If you were not patriots
you would not be willing to do this. Then why not do what will be
useful?"
For a moment there was silence. Raymond stood still, his mouth open,
staring at the two scouts. And then there came sudden aid for Paul.
From behind the barricade a small, determined looking woman appeared.
She marched straight up to Raymond.
"Give me that gun!" she said.
There was a titter and in a moment it had spread until it became a roar
of laughter. Raymond the blusterer, wholly unnerved by the sudden
appearance of his small wife, surrendered at once, and without
conditions.
"Be off, the rest of you!" she said. "I daresay the young gentleman is
quite right! As if you could fight against the Germans here!"
Raymond's wife had given the rest a cue. In a few moments the
barricade was being dismantled. In five minutes peace reigned. And
Raymond, entirely subdued now, came to Paul.
"Need we give up our arms?" he asked.
"You know what the Germans order," said Paul. "Perhaps they have no
right to do so, but they have the strength to enforce their orders, and
that is what counts, after all. Believe me, I would like to fight.
But when there is no chance of winning, the wise soldier saves himself
for a day when things will be more even. Look, there are the Germans
coming now!"