THE RESCUE
Escorted by Bougainville, John went down a little slope to a point where
several officers stood talking earnestly. The central figure was that of
a huge man who puffed out his cheeks as he spoke, and whose words and
movements were alive with energy. Even had he seen but a dim outline,
John would have recognized him with no difficulty as General Vaugirard,
and beside him stood de Rougemont.
Bougainville saluted and said;
"The American, John Scott, sir. He has just escaped from the enemy and
he brings important information."
Vaugirard puffed out his great cheeks and whistled with satisfaction.
"Ah, my young Yankee!" he said. "They cannot hold you!"
"No, my general," replied John, "I've come back again to fight for
France."
General Vaugirard looked at him keenly.
"You're exhausted," he said. "You've been under tremendous pressure."
"But I can guide you. I want neither sleep nor rest."
"You need both, as I can see with these two old eyes of mine. Sleep you
can't have now, but rest is yours. You go with me in my automobile,
which this war has trained to climb mountains, jump rivers, and crash
through forests. The motor has become a wonderful weapon of battle."
"May I ask one question, General?" said John.
"A dozen."
"Do you know where the aviator, Philip Lannes, is? His sister is held a
prisoner by a German general in a château toward which we will march,
and doubtless he would wish to go at once to her rescue."
"He is not here, but his friend, Caumartin, is only a half-mile away.
I'll send a man at once with a message to him to find Lannes, who will
surely follow us, if he can be found. And now, my brave young Yankee,
here is my machine. Into it, and we'll lead the way."
John sprang into the automobile, and sank down upon the cushions. He had
a vast sense of ease and luxury. He had not known until then, the extent
of his mental and physical overstrain, but de Rougemont, who was also in
the machine, observed it and gave him a drink from a flask, which
revived him greatly.
Then the automobile turned into the road and moved forward at a slow
gait, puffing gently like a monster trying to hold in his breath. From
the wood and the fields came the tread of many thousand men, marching
to the night attack. Behind their own automobile rose the hum of
motors, bearing troops also, and dragging cannon.
John felt that he was going back in state, riding by the side of a
general and at the head of an army. He found both pride and exultation
in it. Sleep was far from his eyes. How could one think of sleep at such
a moment? But youth, the restorer, was bringing fresh strength to his
tired muscles and he was never more alert.
At one point they stopped while the general examined the dusky horizon
through his glasses, and a company of men with faces not French marched
past them. They were John's own Strangers, and despite the presence of
General Vaugirard both Wharton and Carstairs reached up and shook his
hand as they went by.
"Welcome home," said Wharton.
"See you again in the morning," said Carstairs.
"God bless you both," said John with some emotion.
Captain Daniel Colton nodded to him. They were not effusive, these men
of the Strangers, but their feelings were strong. When the automobile in
its turn passed them again and resumed its place at the head of the
column, they seemed to take no notice.
No more shells passed over John's head. He knew that General Vaugirard
had sent back word for the batteries to cease firing in that direction,
but both to south and north of them the sullen thunder went on. The
night remained light, adorned rather than obscured by the little white
clouds floating against the sky. The only sound that John could hear was
the great hum and murmur of a moving army, a sound in which the puffing
of automobiles had introduced a new element. He wondered why they had
not roused up German skirmishers, but perhaps those vigilant gentlemen,
had grown weary at last.
They reached the first brook, and, as they were crossing it, the rifle
fire expected so long began to crackle in front. Then the French
trumpets shrilled, and the whole force marched rapidly, rifles and field
guns opening in full volume. But the French had the advantage of
surprise. Their infantry advanced at the double quick, a powerful force
of cavalry on their right flank galloped to the charge, and
Bougainville's Paris regiment and the Strangers swept over the field.
A heavy fire met them, but the general's automobile kept in front
puffing along the main road. General Vaugirard puffed with it, but now
and then he ceased his puffing to whistle. John knew that he was pleased
and that all was going well. The battle increased in volume, and their
whole front blazed with fire. The dark was thinning away in the east and
dawn was coming.
"The château! The château!" cried John as a dark shape rose on the
horizon. Even as he looked a shell burst over it and it leaped into
flames. He cried aloud in fear, not for himself, but for those who were
there. But General Vaugirard was calmly examining the field and the
house through powerful glasses.
"They're pouring from the building," he said, "and it's full time. Look
how the fire gains! What a pity that we should destroy the home of some
good Frenchman in order to drive out the enemy."
"Faster, sir! Faster! Ah, I pray you go faster!" exclaimed John, whose
heart was eaten up with anxiety as he saw the château roaring with
flames. But he did not need the general's glasses now to see the people
stream from it, and then rush for refuge from the fire of the French.
The surprise had been so thorough that at this point the enemy was able
to offer little resistance, and, in a few moments more, the automobile
reached the grounds surrounding the burning château.
John, reckless of commands and of everything else, leaped out of the
machine and ran forward. A gigantic man bearing a slender figure in his
arms emerged from the shrubbery. Behind him came a stalwart young woman,
grim of face. John shouted with joy. It was Picard, carrying Julie, and
the woman who followed was the faithful Suzanne.
Picard put Julie down. She stood erect, pale as death. But the color
flooded into her face when she saw John, and uttering a cry of joy she
ran forward to meet him. She put her hands in his and said:
"I knew that you would save me!"
Time and place were extraordinary, and war, the great leveler, was once
more at work.
"The château was set on fire by shells, Monsieur Scott," Picard said,
"and when the enemy saw the French force appearing across the fields
they took to flight. That dog of a prince, the Auersperg, tried to carry
off Mademoiselle Julie in his automobile, but the young prince
interfered and while they were quarreling I seized her and took her
away. All the other women have escaped too."
"Thank God, Picard," exclaimed John, wringing the huge hand of the
peasant, who was at once a peasant and a prince too.
"And look," said Carstairs, who with Wharton had approached unnoticed.
"An aeroplane comes like the flight of an eagle, and my guess is poor if
it is not our friend, the great Lannes."
Caumartin in truth had found Philip, and he came like the lightning,
circling and swooping until he touched the ground almost at Julie's
feet. Brother and sister were united in a close embrace, and Lannes
turned to John.
"I have heard from Caumartin that it was you who brought the word. We
can never repay you."
"We'll wait and see," said John.
Her brother did not see Julie flush rosily, as she turned her face away.
"And now," said Lannes, "we go to Paris. My duties allow me enough time
for the flight. No, John, my friend, don't object. She's been up in the
_Arrow_ with me before. Picard, you and Suzanne can come later."
The thunder of the battle rolling toward the east still reached them,
but Lannes quickly threw a coat around Julie, gave her a cap and huge
glasses to put on, and exclaimed:
"Now we go."
"But I must first thank Mr. Scott himself for saving me," she said.
She put her hand, small and warm, in his, American fashion, and the two
palms met in a strong clasp.
"Good-bye, Mr. Scott," she said.
"Good-bye, but not forever. I'm coming back to Paris."
"And it's my hope, too, that it's not forever."
She and her brother took their seats in the _Arrow_. Carstairs, Wharton
and the others gave it a push, and it soared up into the fresh blue of
the dawn. An ungloved hand, white and small, reached over the side and
waved farewell, a farewell which John felt was for him.
To the east the battle still rolled, but John had forgotten its
existence. Higher and higher rose the _Arrow_, flying toward Paris,
until it diminished to a mere dot in the sky, and then was gone.
THE END
BY JOSEPH A. ALTSHELER
_The Civil War Series_
In this series of stories Mr. Altsheler covers the principal battles of
the Civil War. In four of the volumes Dick Mason, who fights for the
North, is the leading character, and in the others, his cousin, Harry
Kenton, who joins the Confederate forces, takes the principal part.
The Guns of Bull Run
Harry Kenton follows the lead of his father and joins the Southern
forces. His cousin, Dick Mason, the hero, fights with the North.
The Guns of Shiloh
Dick takes part in the battle of Mill Spring, is captured but escapes.
The story gives a vivid account of the first defeat of the South.
The Scouts of Stonewall
Harry and some friends become aides of Stonewall Jackson. They follow
him through the campaign in the Valley of Virginia.
The Sword of Antietam
After engaging in the Battle of Shiloh, Dick gets into three big fights.
Antietam is the big battle described, with McClellan always in the
foreground.
The Star of Gettysburg
In this book Harry and his friends take part in the battles of
Fredericksburg, The Wilderness and finally Gettysburg. General Lee is a
central figure.
The Rock of Chickamauga
This volume deals with the crisis of the Union during the siege of
Vicksburg and the Battle of Chickamauga. Dick takes an active part.
The Shades of the Wilderness
The story opens with Lee's retreat after Gettysburg. Harry is sent to
Richmond and becomes involved in a dangerous situation with a spy.
The Tree of Appomattox
This description of the Battle of Appomattox has been written from the
account of an eyewitness. Dick plays an important part. The volume
closes with the blue and the gray turning toward a new day.
These Are Appleton Books
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY, New York
BY JOSEPH A. ALTSHELER
_The Texan Series_
Three stories telling of the Texan struggle for independence and the
events culminating in the capture of the erratic Santa Anna.
The Texan Star
Ned Fulton, the hero, is a prisoner in the city of Mexico. He makes an
exciting escape and sees the capture of San Antonio.
The Texan Scouts
Ned Fulton and his friends are right in the midst of exciting events
that keep the reader continually on edge. The battle of the Alamo is the
climax of the story.
The Texan Triumph
The duel of skill and courage between Ned and Urrea, his young Mexican
enemy, furnishes pages of excitement. The battle of San Jacinto, which
secured Texan Independence, and the capture of Santa Anna by five Texans
is vividly described.
_The World War Series_
Mr. Altsheler, who was in Vienna the day war was declared on Servia, in
Munich when war was declared against Russia, and in England when the
British forces were mobilising, has given in three volumes the
impressions he gained at the places of action during the world crisis.
The Guns of Europe
A young American, unable to reach home, enlists with the Allies where he
sees active service from the beginning. The story closes with the fierce
fighting which preceded the retreat of the Germans from Paris.
The Forest of Swords
The hero finds himself in Paris with Phillip Lannes, his friend, and the
Germans only fifteen miles away. Finally the enemy is turned back at the
Marne, a battle in which John and Phillip are actively engaged.
The Hosts of the Air
The pretty young sister of Phillip is seized by the enemy and carried
into Austria. John resolves to get her back and his adventures make a
wonderfully exciting story.
These Are Appleton Books
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY, New York
End of Project Gutenberg's The Forest of Swords, by Joseph A. Altsheler