The Raid on Tongres
During the next few days events moved rapidly, the Belgians having to
retire before vastly superior forces in point of numbers.
It so happened that on the Sunday, the 9th of August, Kenneth and Rollo
were sent to Tongres with a message to the burgomaster, giving him
instructions as to the removal of the town treasury to a place of
greater safety.
The place had little appearance of being in the war area when the two
lads rode into it. The Belgian troops had evacuated it on the previous
day, and since there were no signs of the invaders, the remaining
inhabitants were almost at their ease. Many of them, dressed in their
best, were on their way to church.
Alighting outside the town hall, the two dispatch-riders enquired for
the chief magistrate, only to be informed that he was in another part
of the town on official business, but was expected back within an hour.
"Is there no way of sending for him?" asked Rollo of the member of the
Civil Guard who had answered their summons.
The man shook his head doubtfully.
"It is just possible," he replied. "I will see my sergeant, and he
will doubtless give the necessary orders. Meanwhile messieurs might
like to rest at the inn? Immediately upon the burgomaster's return I
will see that you are informed."
"Not a bad idea that," was Kenneth's comment. "We'll put up the bikes
and order a decent meal. Roughing it on active service is all very
fine, but there are times when one likes to have a slightly more
civilized table than that of mother earth. I wonder if we could get a
bath?"
Everest's hopes were not to be realized, for, with many apologies, the
landlord informed the British lads that he had nothing in the way of
_dejeuner_. Bacon and eggs? No; he was without either. He might see
if his friend, Monsieur Jambonne, could oblige; but, in the meanwhile,
would messieurs care to sit in the _salle a manger_? _Cafe au lait_?
Yes; that would be ready in a few minutes.
Selecting two comfortable chairs in front of the wide-open window, the
chums awaited the return of the burgomaster. There was plenty to be
seen, for the townsfolk were still streaming along the broad
thoroughfare, discoursing mainly upon the all-absorbing topic of the
war.
All at once the people stopped. Some of them turned and fled; others
backed against the walls of the houses, or else took refuge in the
hastily-opened doors.
"What's up now, I wonder?" asked Rollo, leaning out of the window only
to retire hastily.
Trotting along the road was a squadron of German cavalry. The enemy
had made a totally unexpected raid upon the town of Tongres.
"It won't do for us to be seen," exclaimed Kenneth, "especially in
uniform. And those fellows are particularly certain to make a bee-line
for the various inns as soon as they break ranks. Let's clear out."
Just then up ran the landlord, who had taken the precaution of closing
and barring his doors, an example which many of his neighbours hastened
to follow.
"Do not remain here, messieurs, I implore you," he began in rapid
sentences punctuated with excited gestures. "If the Bosches find men
in uniform in my house they will be furious with me."
"All right," said Kenneth reassuringly. "If we can get our cycles out
by the back way we'll clear off and give the alarm. Two regiments
ought to be sufficient to trap these fellows."
"It is impossible to escape, messieurs. The Germans are holding all
the approaches to the town."
"Then what do you suggest?" asked Rollo calmly.
"The roof, monsieur; thence you can make your way along by the parapets
of many houses, till you reach the roof of the _chapelle_. There you
ought to be safe, unless these rascals take it into their heads to burn
the town."
"Very well; show us the way," agreed Rollo. "Only see if you can
manage to hide our motor-cycles."
Having shown the lads the exit on to the roof, their host left them to
their own devices. It was a comparatively easy matter to creep along
the gutters, for they were hidden from observation by the parapets of
the various adjacent buildings. The only difficult part of the journey
was crossing the gap between the end house and the roof of the
_chapelle_--a distance of about five feet in width. Sixty feet below
there was a narrow alley, through which several terrified townsfolk
were hurrying, all too intent to gaze skywards as the lads made their
daring leap.
"Now we're safe for the present," exclaimed Kenneth. "We can even look
over the parapet and see what's going on."
"Right-o! only take your cap off. It might attract attention,"
cautioned Rollo. "If we keep close to this pinnacle it ought to be as
safe as anything, unless some fool of a civilian starts taking
pot-shots at those fellows."
From their lofty refuge the lads were enabled to observe the methods
adopted by the Germans in "holding-up" the town. With the cavalry were
four armoured motor-cars in which were mounted quick-firing guns.
These were stationed in the square so as to command the principal
approaches. Meanwhile most of the horsemen had dismounted, and had set
off on various prearranged missions. Some proceeded to the
post-office, where they destroyed the telephone and telegraph
instruments and, as was afterwards ascertained, seized the sum of
10,000 francs from the safe. Others tore up the railway lines at the
junction, thus interrupting communications with both Hasselt and St.
Trond. This work of destruction they took care to achieve without the
use of explosives, in order to avoid giving the alarm to the nearest
Belgian troops.
Presently the lads saw a dignified man, whom they rightly concluded was
the burgomaster, being led to the town hall. Outside the building
floated the Belgian tricolour, and this his captors ordered him to haul
down. He refused; they threatened, but their threats failed to move
the stanch patriot. In the end, one of the Germans had to perform the
task; but the invaders made a counter-stroke by compelling the
burgomaster to hand over the keys of the town treasury.
This done, the Germans ordered a meal to be provided, and this they
paid for out of the money they had taken from the authorities. Then,
having loaded their booty on a couple of commandeered wagons, they
prepared to evacuate the town.
"Well, up to the present those fellows haven't done anything that any
combatant force wouldn't do," declared Rollo. "I suppose it is because
the townsfolk kept their heads and didn't start firing at them from the
houses."
"Yes; but they're off. See, their vedettes are returning. I say, the
coast is clear; let's make a dash for it."
"Easier said than done, old man," objected Rollo. "Jumping across a
five-foot gap is fairly easy when the landing-place is lower than the
kick-off spot. Returning is quite another matter."
"There must be some way down from these leads," persisted Kenneth.
"Let's have a look round."
Investigation showed that there was a means of communication between
the roof and the interior of the _chapelle_ by a small door in one of
the angle-turrets. The disconcerting part of the discovery lay in the
fact that the door was heavily bolted on the inside.
"Why not try climbing down by means of the lightning-conductor?"
suggested Kenneth. "It's bound to be fairly strong, and we have our
motor-gloves to protect our hands."
"Thanks, I'd rather try the jump," declared his companion. "But I'd
much rather try an easier method."
"I'll tackle it, and then I can get into this building, ascend the
turret, and let you out."
"No you don't," objected Rollo firmly. "If we cannot find a better
way, here we stop till the Germans are gone, and then we can shout for
assistance."
But the restless Kenneth was far from remaining inactive. He continued
his investigations on the sides of the edifice away from the view of
the invaders.
"I have it!" he exclaimed. "See that spout? It runs close to that
open window, you'll notice. If you can give me a hand I can lower
myself sufficiently to clear the bulging top of the spout, and the rest
will be easy."
The scheme looked feasible, and Rollo made no further objection. It
was risky, of course, but with ordinary caution Kenneth could reach the
window after he had descended about ten feet of piping--which was
infinitely better than climbing down sixty feet or so of copper tape.
Having secured a firm hold upon the spouting, Kenneth began to descend
hand-over-hand fashion, although he took care to let his weight act as
perpendicularly as possible, lest any outward thrust with his feet
might wrench the securing nails of the pipe from the cement.
Without mishap he descended until he was almost on a level with the
open window, the iron casement frame of which swung outward. Then, to
his consternation, Kenneth found that he had miscalculated the
distance, and that the upper edge of the casement was six inches beyond
his reach. At the same moment he became aware of the effect of his
collision with the Uhlan. His limbs began to feel stiff and cramped.
Frantically he began to clamber back to the parapet, but the effort was
too great. With a sickening shudder he felt the pipe working loose
from the wall. For the first time in his attempt he gave a downward
glance that wellnigh proved fatal. The pavement, fifty feet below,
exercised a horrible fascination.
"What's wrong?" enquired Rollo anxiously, for he could see by his
chum's ashen-grey face that something was amiss.
"Can't reach the window," gasped Kenneth. "I believe I've strained a
muscle, too. I must have a shot at climbing all the way down."
"Hold hard a moment," exclaimed Rollo. "I'll half-close the window and
you might reach it."
"Be quick, then," gasped his unfortunate comrade. "I can't hold on
much longer."
At that moment he failed to see how Rollo could reach the casement,
although his chum's confident assertion cheered him. He knew by
experience that Rollo rarely suggested a plan without being able to
carry it through.
Already Rollo was at work. Producing a length of stout string from his
pocket, he removed his boot.
To this he attached the string, which was about four yards in length.
Leaning over the parapet he lowered his boot until it dangled an inch
or so before the iron rod that held the window open. A rapid upward
jerk and the casement was free to swing; a little skilful manoeuvring
and the weighted string drew the hitherto unattainable window frame
within Kenneth's reach.
Perhaps the climber was over-anxious, and in consequence neglected to
observe the precautions he had hitherto taken, but as he swung off from
the pipe he gave a heavy jerk. With a loud crash about ten feet of the
spouting fell into the narrow lane.
Fortunately the casement held, and white and well-nigh breathless,
Kenneth slipped through the open window just as three or four Germans,
alarmed by the clatter, rushed up to ascertain the cause of the uproar.
"Steady!" cautioned Rollo as his chum opened the door of the turret.
"There are some Germans on the prowl. They seem a bit suspicious owing
to that iron-work falling."
"They didn't spot you?"
"No, I took good care of that."
"Then we'll descend. This building is full of people; they think they
are safe, being in a place of worship. Poor creatures! they don't know
the Germans."
"But the Germans haven't molested them."
"There is no saying that they won't. Fortunately the people haven't
tried to shoot any of their unwelcome visitors. Come, we'll descend."
As Kenneth had announced, the _chapelle_ was packed with terrified
townsfolk. Unnoticed, the lads made their way behind the altar, and
gained the vestry. Here a small door communicated with the alley. The
Germans, having discovered what had created the commotion, were
content; they had not troubled to find out the cause but had rejoined
their comrades in the market-place. The last of the pickets were
already back, and the raiders were on the point of retiring.
Gaining the courtyard of the inn, the lads made sure that the German
cavalrymen had, no doubt reluctantly, ceased to pester the troubled
host with their attentions.
"Your motor-cycles are safe, messieurs," announced the innkeeper.
"Ciel! Once those Bosches get wedded to the bottle----" and he threw
up his hands and raised his eyebrows with a gesture of utter dismay.
Refusing any payment for his services, and charging only for the
coffee, the landlord escorted the two British dispatch-riders to yet
another door, opening into a deserted street.
"Take the third turning to the right, messieurs," he directed; "it will
bring you on the high road. Yet I accept no responsibility; so take
care. The Uhlans--le diable les importe!--may be prowling about."
Having walked their cycles till they felt fairly certain that the noise
of the engines would not reach the ears of the German raiders, the
dispatch-riders set off at a furious pace towards the position occupied
by their regiment.
Suddenly Kenneth raised his hand, at the same time stopping his motor.
Rollo likewise dismounted.
"Uhlans!" whispered Kenneth.
A mile or so ahead were hundreds of cavalry, the men standing easy,
while the horses were picketed in lines. Apparently the enemy had
thrown a strong wedge far into the position held a few hours previously
by Belgian troops.
"If those fellows are acting as supports to the crowd that entered
Tongres, we are nicely trapped, by Jove!" remarked Kenneth. "The best
thing we can do is to risk cutting across the fields, although,
frankly, I don't relish the idea of making towards that wooded
district. It is too jolly favourable for an ambush."
"Half a minute," rejoined Rollo, unstrapping the case of his
binoculars. "Let's make sure. Kenneth, old man, it's all right.
These chaps are Belgian lancers."
In his excitement Kenneth almost snatched the glasses from his chum.
"You're right!" he exclaimed joyously, after a hasty view. "Let's push
on and tell them the position of affairs. They might be able to get a
little of their own back."
Three minutes later the two dispatch-riders were making a brief yet
concise report to the Colonel commanding the Belgian cavalry. As soon
as they had finished, a bugle call, equivalent to the British "boot and
saddle", rang out, and the lancers were soon cantering along the
highway, followed by a mounted machine-gun section.
"We may as well see the fun, considering what we've done in the
matter," said Kenneth, to which proposal Rollo raised no objections.
Following at a discreet distance, they waited until the lancers halted;
then, leaving their cycles by the side of a haystack, they overtook the
Belgian troops.
Thanks to his intimate knowledge of the locality, the Colonel made his
dispositions skilfully. At this spot the road from Tongres to Liege
entered a shallow defile through which the returning Germans were
practically certain to pass. At a distance of two hundred yards on
either side of the road were clumps of trees and patches of thick
undergrowth, affording admirable cover for a considerable number of
troops.
The machine-gun detachment was split up, an equal number of
mitrailleuses, screened with torn-up undergrowth, being placed on the
rising ground on each side of the road, their line of fire sweeping the
approach to the defile. With the guns were posted strong bodies of
dismounted lancers, armed with carbines. In a steep dip in the road,
the hollow of which was invisible beyond a distance of a hundred yards,
shallow trenches, sufficient to wreck the armoured motor-cars, were
dug, the excavated earth being carefully removed so as not to betray
the presence of these obstructions.
The bulk of the lancers, posted out of sight, were ready at the word of
command to swoop down upon the rear of the German column and complete
the work of destruction that the quick-firers and the rifles might
leave undone.
Hardly were these preparations made when the Belgian vedettes reported
the approach of the raiders from Tongres, and that the column was
preceded by four men forming an advance-guard.
The Belgian Colonel gave vent to an exclamation of annoyance. He had
reckoned upon the Germans making use of their armoured motor-cars for
that purpose. Bagging these would be a material loss to the enemy,
whereas the capture of a few scouts would be of very little value, and
the main body would be warned.
He immediately detached a dozen dismounted men, ordering them to lie in
ambush close to the road, and if possible to capture the scouts without
having recourse to the use of fire-arms. The men quickly took up their
positions in a ditch lined with tall grass, and so closely did they lie
concealed that they were invisible even to their comrades on the rising
ground behind them.
Presently the German advance-guard entered the defile. They had dined
not wisely but too well, and, jubilant over the result of their
successful raid, were sadly lax in the exercise of their military
duties. Two of them had removed their helmets, which were dangling
from their saddles. All of them, almost overcome with wine and the
heat of the day, were drowsy.
Suddenly the Belgian ambush sprang to their feet. The startled Germans
were confronted by a row of rifles, levelled from a distance that would
make a miss almost an impossibility.
The lances fell from the nerveless hands of the astounded Teutons, and
with machine-like precision they raised their hands above their heads.
In quick time they were disarmed, secured, and led away to the rear of
the Belgian machine-guns.
Barely was this done when two more troopers--the link between the
advance-guard and the main body--rode up, only to be captured and
secured as their predecessors had been.
But, however lax the military discipline of the scouts, the commander
of the German troops was not to be caught napping so easily. Having
failed to receive a signal from the advance-guard that all was well, he
halted his men.
The Belgian Colonel shrugged his shoulders. His keen insight told him
that the enemy was suspicious; yet, knowing that the German officers
were equipped with powerful field-glasses, he dared not order two of
his men to give the supposed signal to advance.
"At what range is the head of yonder column?" he asked, addressing the
captain in charge of the mitrailleuse section.
"Five hundred and fifty metres, Monsieur le Major."
Thinking it better to open fire upon the Germans, who were as yet in
close formation, rather than wait for them to extend and take cover,
the Belgian commander was about to give the necessary order when the
four armoured motor-cars were observed to dash forward.
They advanced in pairs, ten yards separating the first two, with an
interval of about a hundred yards between the second and third. The
third and last were the same distance apart as were the first and
second.
To give the Belgians their due, although they had good cause to think
that their position had been divulged, they maintained perfect
discipline and kept admirable cover.
Into the silent defile tore the first pair of cars, the gunners
training their quick-firers in readiness to greet a possible but as yet
unseen foe. Down into the hollow plunged the first car. Its front
wheels dropped into the pitfall, and the next instant it toppled
completely over. The second car tried in vain to pull up. The driver
tugged at the steering-wheel; the heavy vehicle swerved, crashed into
the wreckage of the first, and instantly burst into flame.
The remaining cars, their occupants alarmed by the crash, halted. The
road was too narrow to turn; to back at any rate of speed was
impossible.
The valley now echoed and re-echoed to the rattle of the mitrailleuses
and the sharp crackle of musketry. The armoured cars were swept by a
hail of bullets that killed or wounded every member of their crew,
while the German horsemen were greeted with a devastating fire that
threw them into disorder. Some attempted to advance against the unseen
foe, others threw themselves from their horses and, taking cover,
replied with a feeble and futile rifle-fire. The majority turned and
fled in spite of the threats and efforts of the officers.
Taking advantage of the confusion of their foes, the Belgian mounted
lancers were ordered to charge. In grand style they cleared the
intervening ground, and, although several saddles were emptied, rode
dashingly through the broken ranks of the invaders. In ten minutes
they were in possession of the field, with the bulk of the money
captured at Tongres.
"Ha!" exclaimed Captain Planchenoit when, an hour later, the two
British dispatch-riders reported themselves. "What is the adventure
this time? Have you delivered the message to the Burgomaster of
Tongres?"
"No, sir," replied Kenneth. "We had no chance to do so. The Germans
have raided the town."
"Peste!" exclaimed the Captain. "Have they burned the place? Did they
seize the treasury?"
"They did little damage, sir. They took the money with them, but our
lancers ambushed them and recovered it."
"Just like our intrepid cavalry," remarked the Captain complacently.
"Well, you may go, messieurs. I do not think you will be required any
more at present."
But before the day was done both lads were required. An account of
their part in the successful counter-operations had been sent to the
Colonel of the 9th Regiment of the Line by the officer commanding the
Belgian lancers, and in front of their comrades Kenneth Everest and
Rollo Barrington were promoted to the rank of corporal.