Bruce eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 144 pages of information about Bruce.

Bruce eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 144 pages of information about Bruce.

The church in the foreground was recognizable as such by the shape and size of its ragged walls, and by a half-smashed image of the Virgin and Child which slanted out at a perilous angle above its façade.

Yet, miserable as the ruined hamlet seemed to the casual eye, it was at present a vacation-resort—­and a decidedly welcome one—­to no less than three thousand tired men.  The wrecked church was an impromptu hospital beneath whose shattered roof dozens of these men lay helpless on makeshift cots.

For the mixed American and French regiment known as the “Here-We-Comes” was billeted at Meran-en-Laye during a respite from the rigors and perils of the front-line trenches.

The rest and the freedom from risks, supposed to be a part of the “billeting” system, were not wholly the portion of the “Here-We Comes.”  Meran—­en—­Laye was just then a somewhat important little speck on the warmap.

The Germans had been up to their favorite field sport of trying to split in half two of the Allied armies, and to roll up each, independently.  The effort had been a failure; yet it had come so near to success that many railway communications were cut off or deflected.  And Meran-en-Laye had for the moment gained new importance, by virtue of a spur railway-line which ran through its outskirts and which made junction with a new set of tracks the American engineers were completing.  Along this transverse of roads much ammunition and food and many fighting men were daily rushed.

The safety of the village had thus become of much significance.  While it was too far behind the lines to be in grave danger of enemy raids, yet such danger existed to some extent.  Wherefore the presence of the “Here-We-Comes”—­for the paradoxical double purpose of “resting up” and of guarding the railway Function.

Still, it was better than trench-work; and the “Here-We-Comes” enjoyed it—­for a day or so.  Then trouble had set in.

A group of soldiers were lounging on the stone seat in front of the village estaminet.  Being off duty, they were reveling in that popular martial pastime known to the Tommy as “grousing” and to the Yankee doughboy as “airing a grouch.”

Top-Sergeant Mahan, formerly of the regular army, was haranguing the others.  Some listened approvingly, others dissentingly and others not at all.

“I tell you,” Mahan declared for the fourth time, “somebody’s double-crossing us again.  There’s a leak.  And if they don’t find out where it is, a whole lot of good men and a million dollars’ worth of supplies are liable to spill out through that same leak.  It—­”

“But,” argued his crony, old Sergeant Vivier, in his hard-learned English, “but it may all be of a chance, mon vieux.  It may, not be the doubled cross,—­whatever a doubled cross means,—­ but the mere chance.  Such things often—­”

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