HITTING THE MARK
"May I ask for what purpose, really, are you going to 'phone?" Rose
Thompson asked.
"I told your mother what for, didn't I?" Herb replied.
"I know; yes. But your real reason?"
"Great Jehoshaphat! If you don't want me to use it I can get one next
door, perhaps, or somewhere."
"No; use this one. But I have asked you a question. Now please answer. I
want to know very much, indeed, and I know you will not refuse me."
"Won't I? There must be many a thing that you want to know right badly
and can't. Well, I will use your 'phone as it's getting late." He had
glanced at the hall clock.
"That clock is fast, very!" the girl declared. "And I must know. I
must!"
She had interposed herself between Herbert and the 'phone and she looked
very determined. It was not a pleasing position for the boy to be in,
opposed by a gentle-appearing girl. Many a chap, even less
tender-hearted than he, would have turned away, hoping for some other
way to proceed, but Herb saw his duty first and clearly, the girl's
attitude making him the more determined.
"Now, see here, Miss Thompson, you can hear me talk, can't you? I don't
like to scrap with women, but I know my orders. Come, let me have that
'phone, or I'll have to take it, anyway."
She had put her hand against his breast and held him back. "When you
tell me."
"To see when we are to return, I said. The captain told me to call him
up about it."
"But that is not all. Tell me." Evidently she was playing for time.
"Oh, nonsense! Let me have that 'phone." And with a quick dive past her
he did get it, and though she caught the cord and pulled it violently
once, he held receiver and mouth-piece firmly in place.
"Give me the camp, please; Company H Barracks. Yes.--Captain Leighton?
Whitcomb.--Return when?--Yes, we're all here.--It was indeed a dandy
dinner!--I understand.--Yes.--Right away.--All right." He hung up the
receiver.
"I suppose now, you are satisfied, Miss Thompson."
The girl hesitated a moment, thinking, staring at him. "I think I am.
And I think you are anything but a gentleman!" Suddenly she darted
forward and dashed into the dining-room, Herb following with long
strides.
"Yes, mother!" she exclaimed.
The hostess gave Herbert a look of such mingled hate and fear that had
he been less immune would have turned him cold. She struck the table
bell and turned toward the kitchen door. It opened to admit only a
broad, very blonde face.
"Gretchen, you know my orders! At once; then remain! Laura, our hats and
dusters! Rose, the suitcases are ready!"
Herbert knew that Rose had seen through his message and he surmised at
once that all this had been planned ahead with German thoroughness, in
case of failure to entirely convince all the guests. Perhaps it was the
woman's first attempt at sowing discontent among the soldiers; perhaps
the first of any of such bold attempts.
He saw that, with a good start in the powerful car which they had, the
Thompsons could get over the State line and thus avoid immediate
detention; possibly then go in hiding for a time and give the government
authorities no end of trouble later.
Perhaps the authorities would not even wish to detain the woman, but at
any rate the boy resolved to see to it that Captain Leighton could come
into touch with the situation, first hand.
To carry out this determination there was but one logical thing to do
and to do quickly.
Herbert stood in the archway as Rose and Laura faced him. His service
revolver, all the while in its holster under his coat, now was in his
hand.
"The first person, except as ordered, who makes even an attempt to leave
or enter this room will be shot; man or woman! Flynn, slip out and tell
the servants this; then go watch for Captain Leighton, who will soon be
here! The Thompson car, Bartlett; you go out and hold that! Newlin, you
remain where you are; perhaps the captain may want to question you! You
other fellows, go out of each of those other doors and lock them
outside; then wait for the captain!"
Mrs. Thompson sank into a chair, her eyes, in fear, glaring at Herbert.
Laura, in tears, knelt by her. Two of the other girls sat weakly at the
table, one with her face in her hands; the other two, clasped in each
other's arms, stood in a far corner. But Rose Thompson fearlessly faced
Herbert, her head thrown back, her arms stretched down, her fists
clenched, in precisely the most approved dramatic attitude for the
occasion. And the boy had one fleeting thought that he had never seen a
human face more to be admired.
"This is a nice return for our hospitality! I think I could kill you!"
"Don't do it, please." He smiled. "I want to get a whack at your dear
friends over in Germany first."
"Huh! They'll eat you up!" Rose retorted. "They'll----"
"They are not our friends----" wailed Mrs. Thompson, who was evidently
not equal to this phase of the situation.
"Mother, hush! Don't be a coward! And don't lie! What if they are? We
have a right to do as we please. Have what friends we wish. You coward,
to threaten women!" she suddenly flashed out at Herbert. "But, pshaw!
I'm not afraid of you. And I am going out that door! We all are! This is
our house! Stand aside! Do you hear?"
Herbert merely shook his head.
"I'm going out, I tell you! You won't dare to shoot! Poof! I'm not
afraid of you, I guess! You would not dare to threaten men this way! But
women--oh, you think you're very safe! Come, let me pass!"
"Look here, Miss Thompson, if you think I like this business, you get
another think. But I know my duty just the same. And, honestly, you
won't look half as nice laid out in a coffin, not even with a million
flowers, as you do now. So don't tempt me to use this gun, for I will if
you get gay!"
"I dare you!" the girl shouted.
"Well, if you really want to see how it feels to have a bullet go
plowing through your anatomy, just make a dive for that doorway. Go
ahead and try it." With a hand that wavered not in the least he leveled
the pistol barrel straight at her. For one moment the girl stood
irresolute, bravely weighing the chances. Then a wail from her mother
and a cry of alarm from one of the other girls who thought she was going
to start checked her. She stepped back and sank into a chair.
There came the opening and slamming of the front door, heavy footfalls,
and Captain Leighton, with a sergeant and two men, entered the room,
saluting.
In twenty minutes the captain had heard Herbert's story, listened to
Rose Thompson's impassioned admissions and Mrs. Thompson's weak effort
at defense, and had disposed of the matter.
"General Harding is away and I am ordered to take care of this case.
Good work on your part, Whitcomb. We have suspected Mrs. Thompson, _née_
Heinig, of duplicity before. In the pay of German agents, no doubt.
Well, Mrs. Thompson, we don't care to war on women. We can advise you,
however, to cut out this sort of thing; or later, as certain as death,
it will mean a long prison sentence. You will be closely watched from
this on. You may go free now, but must break up and leave here at once.
I have no doubt the State Department would recommend you for passports
through Holland, if you would like to return to Germany and we surely
would be glad to have you go. Now, men, all fall in and we shall return
to camp."
As Herb passed out he summoned one more spark of courage to address Rose
Thompson, who was glaring at him.
"You have your nerve, all right, but not just quite enough. If you had
slipped out I wouldn't have shot at you for ten billion dollars.
Good-by, and give my love to Kaiser Bill; I may get the chance to shoot
at him some day and I'll do that!"
* * * * *
Camp life went along the same routine: drill and practise and study.
Herbert and Roy heard nothing more about the dinner incident, except
that the captain once told Sergeant Jenkins who told Corporal Hern who
told Roy that Mrs. Thompson and her daughters had, indeed, sailed for
the other side, to what part and ultimate destination were not known.
Just prior to drill one morning Captain Leighton sent for Herbert.
"I want you to keep this under your hat," he said. "There is a call for
expert shots to form several snipers' platoons, or perhaps companies, as
yet uncertain as to numbers. Other camps are trying out men and we have
picked some few here. The general remembers you as having been
recommended in this particular and I am to try you out. You are excused
from drill, so report at the range in half an hour."
"How about Flynn? He can shoot," Herb said.
"Can? Tell Lieutenant Mitchell to excuse Flynn from drill also. We'll
find out what you boys can do."
The Brighton lads naturally thought this would be a simple test of their
own shooting before the captain only, but when they crossed the field to
the meadow that faced the wide targets and pits they saw a dozen men
already there and soon discerned several officers and the commander
himself. As they stepped up to the group and saluted, General Harding
greeted Herb and Roy almost jocosely.
"Ha! Ready to bat some more balls over the net, eh, Whitcomb? I hear you
made some rapid returns and good placement shots down at Mrs. Thompson's
not long ago. Now we are going to find out if you can really shoot as
well as you play tennis."
The boys observed that all the other marksmen were lying flat, some with
head, some with feet toward the target and they were seeking every means
to rest their rifles steadily, to set telescope sights just so, to get
their elevations of rear sight perfectly and then to delay shooting
until satisfied as to every condition.
Herb was assigned a place and a target at two hundred yards; just behind
him stood a flagman. The boy requested the latter to signal to the
marker not to touch the target until he had fired ten shots, and this
was done.
Tallied scores were being shown the officers, and they paid very little
attention to any one in particular. But Roy, standing back of Herb,
said:
"The general keeps looking this way; got his eye on you, me boy. There
goes your fresh target up; now give it to her! With that size bull's-eye
it's a cinch."
Herb brought his gun to his shoulder and, standing, fired five shots in
rapid succession, hardly four seconds apart. Then, slipping in another
clip, he repeated even a little more quickly. After a few moments a big
letter "P" was shoved up in front of the target, the marker, evidently
having some difficulty in finding it, as perfect scores were indeed a
rarity, even on a twelve-inch bull's-eye.
"Here comes the general and the whole bunch almost on a trot. The old
man saw you do that!" announced Roy, and in a moment the commander had
his hand on Herb's shoulder, though he was talking fast to the other
officers:
"Saw it all. Done standing. Quick work, too; no dallying." Then to the
lad: "Can you repeat that?"
Herbert nodded. "That's not remarkable; so can Flynn here. With practice
'most anybody ought to."
"But they can't! Few can. Now, do you think you could impart the
knowledge; teach something of the skill you have in shooting? Because if
you can we shall make you both instructors. What do you think about
it?"