MARSHAL FOCH AND GENERAL PERSHING
"What is it, Frank?" asked Bart Raymond in a low voice.
"My foot sank in," explained Frank. "It's softer here for some
reason than in the rest of the alley. Just wait a minute till I
can feel around here and see what I can make of it."
He felt about cautiously with his feet and found that the ice had
softened for a space of about four feet and that the space was
almost perfectly square.
"There's some reason why this spot should be different from the
rest," he said, after having verified his discovery. "It's all
open to the weather, like every other part of the alley, and
there's only one explanation. There's heat coming up from beneath.
That means that there must be an open space beneath this spot. I
wish I dared use my flashlight."
"Wait a minute," said Bart. "I'll slip out to the mouth of the
alley and see if the coast is clear. If it is, I'll give a low
whistle and then you flash your light and see what it shows you."
He left his companion, and a moment after Frank heard the signal
agreed upon.
Instantly he flashed his light on the rectangular space that had
caught his attention.
The ice had melted there to such an extent that only a thin glaze
covered the surface. Through this transparent covering Frank
Sheldon caught sight of what seemed to be the outline of a door
covered with gravel that only partially concealed it. He thought
he saw something too that faintly resembled an iron ring.
"A trap door!" he muttered under his breath, jubilant in the
thought that he had perhaps fallen upon a clue to the mystery that
had so long perplexed him.
He took out his knife and began to dig down toward the ring, when
a low whistle from the opening to the alley warned him to be on
the alert. Instantly the light was extinguished and the next
moment Bart was at his side.
"Better let up, Frank," he whispered. "There's a big commotion
down the street and a crowd is beginning to gather. I think it's a
fire."
As he spoke, a fire engine clanged down the street and an
increasingly red light made itself apparent in the sky.
"Too bad," grumbled Frank, as he put his flashlight back into his
pocket "I think I was just on the verge of finding out something
that would put us on the track of those fellows who seemed to
vanish into thin air."
"Hard luck," murmured Bart, sympathetically, "but well have to
give it up for the present."
Frank hesitated, but the increasing glare that made the alley
visible and the sound of footsteps of people hurrying to the fire
showed him that his friend was right, and he reluctantly desisted.
"To-morrow's a new day," said Bart consolingly, as the comrades
stole out of the alley and mingled with the groups of passers-by.
"If Tom and Billy can tear themselves away from the girls, we'll
bring them with us the first chance we get and try to clear up the
whole mystery," observed Frank.
But this proved more difficult than they expected, and many days
were to pass before their discovery could be followed up. There
was a sudden tightening of the military regulations, which the
boys attributed in part at least to the revelations that had
followed the examination of their prisoners. A rigorous system of
drill and training was put in force and the Army Boys' hours of
liberty were greatly curtailed in consequence. They were kept more
closely to their barracks, and their visits to the town except in
the line of duty became few and far between.
The day following Frank's discovery that company of the old
Thirty-seventh to which the boys belonged was sent on a long hike
in full marching equipment, and when they returned after several
hours they were, as Tom expressed it, "dog-tired." Nor were they
pleased to find that in the interval their quarters had been
changed and they had been assigned to another part of the
barracks.
It was with sighs of relief that they eased their heavy packs from
their shoulders and dropped them thumping to the floor.
"Gosh!" exclaimed Billy, "I don't mind carrying a pack that weighs
sixty pounds or even eighty; but after a time this pack of mine
gets to weigh about two tons, and that seems just a little bit too
much."
"You told a whole bookful that time," said Tom ruefully. "It is
surprising how those packs keep getting heavier all the time.
Another half mile, and I think the straps would have been through
my shoulders altogether."
"Well, there's no use worrying about what might have happened,"
laughed Frank, "seeing that we've arrived safe and sound. While
we're in barracks we'll be able to get three square meals a day,
and that appeals to me more, even, than getting rid of the old
pack."
Frank had hardly finished speaking when an officer approached and
called: "Attention!" Then followed roll call, and the boys,
together with a number of their comrades, were assigned to a
barracks next but one to that in which they had stopped. This, of
course, necessitated shouldering the heavy packs once more, but by
this time the boys had come to expect things like this, so took it
all as a matter of course, and soon found themselves in the
quarters that were to be theirs until the order came once more to
march.
The barracks was furnished with rows of army cots, and the boys
dropped their packs at the heads of those assigned to them. Then
began the task of unpacking, and by the time that was completed it
was almost time for mess.
"It's lucky we got our mess kits out before mess call blew,"
commented Tom. "It would be an awful thing to get caught without
them around meal time."
"Not much danger of that," said Billy, with a mischievous twinkle
in his eye. "We've been in the army quite some time now, Tom, and
yet I can't call to mind a single time when you weren't Johnny on
the spot when the bugle blew for eats."
"Say, don't you two fellows go to starting an argument along those
lines," interrupted Bart. "When it comes to being chow hounds, I
think we're all tarred with the same brush. None of us has ever
got a call from the mess sergeant for not being on time."
"Well, perhaps you're right," admitted Tom laughingly. "And when
you get right down to it, the whole of this man's army seems to be
about the same way, so that leaves nothing for us to argue about."
Mess kits in hand, they all trooped down to the kitchen and took
their places on the line that already was of sizable length. They
wound slowly past the cooks, and in course of time the four
friends were served and fell to on a savory plate of substantial
food.
For a short time conversation ceased, the boys giving their whole-
hearted attention to the entertainment that Uncle Sam had
provided. The food disappeared with astonishing rapidity, and when
the last of it was gone Billy exclaimed:
"Fellows, we can kick all we want to over army life, but I never
had such an appetite in civilian life, and never felt half as good
as I do right this minute."
"All right, then, since you like it," grinned Frank, "to-morrow
I'll let you carry my pack as well as your own, and then you'll
feel just twice as good as you do now."
"No, thanks," declined Billy. "I don't want to feel any better
than I do now. If I felt any better, I'd go to the medical officer
to find out what was wrong with me."
"If you ate much more, you'd have a quartermaster officer coming
around to find out what was the matter with you," countered Tom.
"The trouble with you is, that you don't understand my motives,"
complained Billy. "Personally, I dislike food, and, if I had my
way, would make a canary bird look like a heavy eater. But I feel
that it's my duty to eat a lot so that I can keep up my strength
and continue to be a terror to all Germans. Uncle Sam expects this
of me, and I refuse to disappoint him."
"Oh, well, if that's your motive, it's all right," said Tom, with
mock gravity. "But seeing you in action, it looked to me as though
you really enjoyed your grub. I hope you'll excuse my mistake."
"Oh, that's all right, please don't mention it," said Billy, with
a magnanimous wave of his hand. "I've known others to make the
same mistake, but, believe me or not, they don't always accept my
statements as you do, when I explain the true state of affairs to
them."
"Some people are hard to convince, I suppose," replied Tom, "but I
guess I'm one of the easy ones."
"It's easier for both of you to talk than to wash mess gear
apparently," said Frank, "What do you say to canning some of that
brilliant repartee so that we can get these things out of the way
and have time for a little something else before taps blow?"
"Suits me," acquiesced Billy. "But it surely does make me feel bad
to have people think I really like to eat, and I can't seem to
rest easy until I set them right. But now, let's get these things
cleaned up in a little less than no time."
It did not take long for the boys to get their mess kits cleaned
and out of the way, and then they found themselves with a couple
of hours to spend exactly as they pleased.
"Might as well wander over toward the canteen and see what's
doing," suggested Frank, and as none of the others had anything
better to propose, they acted accordingly.
At the canteen all was life, bustle and activity, one line always
going in to purchase tobacco, candy, and such other little
comforts as were on sale, and another coming out in possession of
these valued commodities. It was hard to realize that all these
men were tried and seasoned fighters, ready to "go and get the Hun
at the drop of a hat."
"What's doing in the way of a camp entertainment to-night?" asked
Frank of one burly doughboy, who was contentedly munching a huge
piece of cake.
"I understand there's going to be a movie show," replied the
latter. "They generally have pretty good reels too, so I'd advise
you not to miss it."
"Much obliged," said Frank. "Guess we might as well take it in,
fellows, what do you say?" turning to his companions.
"Sure thing," they assented, and accordingly made their way to a
brightly lighted tent, toward which many others were going. They
arrived there only a short time before the show was to start, and
having secured good seats, settled down to enjoy it.
The scene of the picture was in the West, when it was still "wild
and woolly," and depicted many encounters between settlers and
Indians. These fights were the subject of much criticism by the
expert audience, who did not hesitate to shout words of advice at
critical situations.
"Gosh!" growled one doughboy, in deep disgust, "just one machine
gun would have cleaned up that bunch of redskins in less time than
it takes a Hun to say _'kamerad'_"
"Yes, or a few good hand grenades would have done their business
for them, too," said another. "It's too bad the old timers didn't
have a few of those modern playthings along. It would have made
things a whole lot easier for them."
"What would have been the matter with a few tankfuls of poison
gas?" suggested Bart. "Seems to me that would have made them curl
up and quit pretty quick."
There were other suggestions of the same nature, and when the
picture finally came to a close there was a general impression
that such warfare was mild indeed compared to that of the present
day.
"I don't know how you fellows feel," remarked Frank, as they filed
out of the tent and started for their barracks, "but I feel tired
enough to crawl into my little two by four and get a real night's
sleep."
"I'm with you," declared Tom. "I felt all right before, but that
picture seems to have made me tired, because now it's all I can do
to stay awake."
"I guess it must have been the picture all right," said Billy,
"because certainly it isn't because of overwork."
"Well, I didn't claim it was from overwork, did I?" replied Tom.
"I enlisted in the Army to fight Germans, not to work. All I've
had to do is march twenty or thirty miles a day with a sixty pound
pack on my back, but outside of that I must admit that I didn't do
much work, except dig trenches, do sentry duty, and kill a few
Huns as a sideline. It certainly is one grand picnic for me, I
don't mind admitting."
"Yes, and to make you like it all the more," said Billy, "I hear
that there's going to be big doings to-morrow--a review, plenty of
marching and maneuvering to give the soldiers a good time, and it
is expected a pleasant day will be had by all."
"You might know something like that would happen just when we
think we're laid up for a nice rest," grumbled Tom. "But maybe it
will rain, and then the whole thing will have to be called off."
But Tom's hope was a vain one, for the next day broke clear and
delightful, with never a suggestion of rain in the heavens.
Reveille blew at its accustomed unearthly time, according to the
soldiers' standpoint, and the boys could soon tell that something
was "in the wind" by the air of suppressed excitement on every
hand.
"Guess you were right, Billy," said Tom, who had not as yet fully
recovered from his grouch of the previous evening. "I thought when
the armistice was signed that we would be all through with this
sort of thing, but I suppose I should have known better."
"We're not through with it yet, and what's more, we won't be
through with it for some time to come," said Frank. "Remember, the
peace treaty isn't signed yet, and in Berlin they say they're not
going to sign it. And it's just a case of where we can't let up
until they do."
"As far as I'm concerned, I wish they wouldn't sign it," said
Bart. "We stopped fighting too soon, anyway. We should have kept
on until we'd carried the war on to German territory. It would do
me good to see their cities get a dose of the same medicine they
handed out to French and Belgian towns."
"There's a lot of people feel the same way," agreed Frank. "But
before we get through with them I think they'll realize that
they've got the loser's end of the proposition."
Just as Frank ceased speaking the bugle blew general assembly, and
the boys hastened to fall into ranks. The officers paced up and
down the lines, straightening them out and inspecting clothing and
equipment as they went along. Then their captain appeared on the
scene and proceeded to make them a short address.
"Men," he said, "the regiment is going to be inspected by General
Pershing to-day, and I hardly need to tell every one of you to be
right up on his toes. I know you can pass a perfect inspection,
and it's up to every man to be a credit to the regiment."
After the captain had left the officer next in charge supplemented
his word.
"You are going to be dismissed now, and will have a chance to get
thoroughly cleaned up and ready for inspection," he said. "Any man
that isn't in first class shape by the time assembly blows again
is going to find himself out of luck. Dismissed!"
Everybody saluted, and the Army Boys joined in the rush back to
the barracks. The next hour was a busy one, in which razors, combs
and brushes were applied vigorously, and the man with a complete
shoe cleaning outfit found himself suddenly popular. The scene in
the crowded washrooms resembled pandemonium let loose, but in an
incredibly short time first one man and then another emerged spic
and span, and by the time the bugle blew again there were only a
few stragglers who were caught unprepared. These last threw
themselves desperately into their uniforms, and two minutes after
the bugle sounded every man was standing in his appointed place.
Then followed the preliminary inspection, after which the command
"at ease" was given. Everybody shifted to a more comfortable
position, and prepared for the long delay that they knew would
probably ensue.
"Wonder how long it will be before the general arrives,"
speculated Frank. "It's only about half past nine now, and I don't
believe he'll get here anything like that early."
"He'll probably have lunch first," predicted Tom, gloomily.
"They've just got us out here now with the idea that standing will
make us grow."
"Aw, snap out of it," laughed Billy. "I knew a man once that died
from an in growing grouch, and likely enough the same thing will
happen to you."
"It's just like an in growing toenail, only worse," chuckled Bart.
"Can't help it," said Tom. "This sort of thing is enough to give
any one a grouch. Chances are that General Pershing has forgotten
all about us, and we'll have to stand here until we starve to
death."
"Well, you haven't got to worry about that just yet," said Bart,
"because you haven't much more than gotten through your breakfast.
Why--"
But he was interrupted by the short blast on the bugle that
signified "attention," and everybody straightened like a flash. A
big gray automobile pulled up in front of headquarters, and from
it descended the general, accompanied by officers of his staff.
Punctilious salutes were exchanged, and then the general,
accompanied by some of his officers and also those of the
regiment, passed slowly between the long files of straight-backed
soldiers. His searching glance seemed to take in everything at
once, but so thoroughly had every one prepared that even his
exacting eye could find nothing to take exception to. It was a
time of suspense for all the soldiers, as they knew that the least
detail of dress or equipment lacking or misplaced meant a visit to
the guardhouse. But the inspection passed off perfectly, as far as
the men were concerned, and soon the inspecting party turned its
attention to the barracks. The men were still held in ranks at
attention, however, as nobody knew what the next step in the day's
events would be.
Not long after the inspecting party had disappeared into the
barracks they reappeared and made their way to regimental
headquarters. Here they formed in a group, and, as far as the boys
could judge, appeared to be awaiting the arrival of some person or
persons, as they kept glancing down the road over which the
general's car had come only a short time before.
"They must be expecting some other big bugs," speculated Billy in
a whisper, keeping at the same time a wary eye on the nearest
officer. "Looks as though this were going to be a red letter day
around these diggings."
Sure enough, Billy had hardly enunciated the words when another
big military car appeared, dashing up to headquarters at high
speed and stopping with a jerk. Great was the curiosity as to whom
the last comer might be, and greater still the surprise when the
soldiers recognized the well known features of the commander-in-
chief of all the Allied armies, Marshal Foch himself!
To the boys the reason for the great marshal's presence here was
obscure, but, as usual, his movements were dictated by very
sufficient reasons. He was preparing the future movements of the
Allied armies in the event of Germany's refusal to sign the peace
treaty. Where a civilian might have said: "Oh, of course they'll
sign the treaty; what else can they do?" the man who had led the
Allies to victory had no intention of leaving the smallest thing
to chance. At present he was making an inspection of all the
Allied armies at the Rhine crossings, together with their
equipment, transportation facilities, artillery, and all the other
branches on which a successful advance would so much depend.
After a short conversation in the open, Marshal Foch and General
Pershing entered the regimental headquarters, accompanied by the
higher officers of both staffs. Meanwhile the boys had again been
given the command "at rest," which was a welcome change from the
long period of standing rigidly at attention.
After a short interval, the two generalissimos reappeared. This
time both entered the car that had brought Marshal Foch to the
scene, and the big automobile rolled off in a cloud of dust.
"Guess inspection is over now, and pretty near time, too,"
whispered Tom.
His surmise turned out to be correct, for shortly afterward the
regiment was dismissed and returned to the barracks, where shortly
afterward the midday mess was served.
But the visit of the two commanders marked the beginning of an era
of extreme bustle and activity. Numbers of tanks, both small and
large, began to make their appearance in the camp, likewise
heavily loaded ammunition wagons and lorries, big field pieces,
and all the other equipment that modern warfare has made a
necessity.
Of course all this was of the greatest interest to the four Army
Boys, as to their comrades, and many were the speculations as to
its meaning.
"Looks as though the war had started again," said Bart. "There
hasn't been as much as this stirring since the armistice was
signed."
"Either that, or we're getting all ready to start again, which
seems more likely to me. But we'll probably find out soon enough,
one way or another," remarked Billy.
It was in fact the preparation of a new drive that they saw going
on about them. And this time, should it start, the drive would not
stop its easterly course until it reached Berlin. The Allied
leaders were determined to make this advance so irresistible and
conclusive that there could be no discussion afterward as to
whether the German Army really was beaten.
More men and supplies arrived constantly. Two days after the visit
of Marshal Foch and General Pershing a number of aeroplanes
arrived, and a flying field was established adjoining the main
camp. Here a number of observation balloons were continually being
tried out, and it was seldom that one was not hovering over the
camp.
"That's one thing," fellows, that we have yet to try," said Frank,
addressing his friends. "We've been in the tanks, up in
aeroplanes, and about every other place you can think of except a
'sausage' balloon. It would suit me fine to go up in one and get a
bird's-eye view of 'the Rhine, the Rhine, the German Rhine.'