Air Service Boys Over The Rhine; Or, Fighting Above The Clouds by E. J. Craine
CHAPTER XXV
THE ESCAPE
"Well, this is tough luck!"
"Tough is no name for it, Jack. It's the worst ever! I don't supposethey'll do a thing to us after what we did to the factories."
"No. We certainly scotched 'em good and proper. Everything went off likea tea party, except our coming down. And we could have gotten up again,only those Germans didn't give us a chance."
"You can't blame 'em for that."
"No, I suppose not. But it's hard lines. I wonder why they're keeping ushere?"
Tom and Jack were talking thus while held prisoners by the Germans,after the airship raid over the Rhine. It was an hour after they hadbeen forced to descend.
So sudden had been the rush of the German infantry that no chance washad to destroy the great Italian plane, and it, and all the crew,including the two Air Service boys, had been overpowered, and disarmed.They were thrust into what might pass for a guardhouse, and then, aguard having been posted, the other soldiers hurried back to aid infighting the fire which had been started in the great factories, andwhich was rapidly spreading to all the German depot.
"Well, it's worth being captured to think of the damage we've inflictedon the Huns this night," observed Jack, as he stood with Tom in themidst of their fellow prisoners.
"That's right. We don't need to be ashamed of our work, especially aswe've helped put the big guns out of business. I reckon the Boches won'ttreat us any too well, when they know what we've done."
"And the other plane got away, they tell me," observed one of the Frenchcrew.
"Yes, I saw her rise and light out for home, after dropping a ton or soof bombs on this district," said Tom. "Well, she can go back and reporta success."
"And let the folks know we're prisoners," said Jack. "It's tough luck,but it had to be, I suppose! We're lucky to be alive."
"You said it," agreed Tom. "We came through a fierce fire, and it's awonder that we weren't all shot to pieces. As it is, the plane is asgood as ever."
"Yes, and if we could only get out to it, and start it going we couldescape," observed one of the Frenchmen bitterly. "There she is now, onas good a starting field as one could wish!"
From their stockade of barbed wire they could look out and see, by theglare of the flames, that the great plane stood practically undamaged. Agood landing had been made, but, unfortunately, in the midst of theGerman ammunition depot section.
"Whew, that was a fierce one!" exclaimed Jack, as a loud explosionfairly shook the place where they were held prisoners. "Some ammunitionwent up that time."
Indeed the explosion did seem to be a disastrous one, for there wasconsiderable shouting and the delivering of orders in German followingthe blast. Many of the soldiers who had been summoned to stand on guardabout the barbed-wire stockade, where the captured raiders were held,were summoned away, leaving only a small number on duty.
But as these were well armed, and as the wire stockade was a strong one,and as Jack, Tom and the others had nothing with which to make a fight,they were as safely held as though guarded by a regiment.
"There goes another!" cried Jack, as a second detonation, almost as loudas the first, shook the ground. "Some of our bombs must have been timeones."
"No," said Tom. "What's probably happening is that the fire is reachingstores of ammunition, one after the other. This whole place may go up ina minute."
That seemed to be the fear on the part of the Germans, for more orderswere shouted, and all but two of the soldiers guarding the captives weresummoned away from the wire stockade.
There had been a bright flare of fire after the second explosion, butthis soon died away, and the shouts and commands of the officersdirecting the fire-fighting force could be heard.
Tom and Jack were standing near the wire barrier trying to look out tosee what was going on beyond a group of ruined factory buildings, and atthe same time casting longing eyes at the great aeroplane which seemedonly waiting for them, when the two boys became aware of a figure whichappeared to be slinking along the side of the stockade. This figureacted as though it desired to attract no attention, for it kept as muchas possible in the shadows.
"Did you see that?" asked Jack of his churn in a low voice.
"Yes. What do you make it out to be?"
"He isn't a German soldier, for he isn't in uniform. Have any of ourcrowd found a way out of this place by any chance?"
"I don't know. If they have--"
The boy's words were broken off by a low-voiced call from the slinkingfigure. It asked:
"Are you American, French or English prisoners?"
"Some of each variety," answered Jack, while at the sound of that voiceTom Raymond felt a thrill of hope.
"If you get out, is there a chance for you to get away in youraircraft?" the figure in the shadow questioned. "Be careful, don't letthe guards hear."
"There are only two, and they're over at the front gate," said Jack, asTom drew nearer in order better to hear the tones of that voice. "Theyseem more occupied in watching the fire than in looking at us," went onJack.
"Good!" exclaimed the man. "Now listen. I am an American, and I wascaptured by the Germans, through spy work, some time ago, in Paris. Iwas brought here, and they have been trying to force me to disclose thesecret of some of my inventions.
"I refused, and was sentenced to be shot to-morrow. But to-night youfortunately raided this place. My prison was one of the places to beblown up, and I managed to escape, without being hurt much. I heard thatthey had captured the crew of one of the airships, and I came to see ifI could help. They don't know yet that I'm free, and I have two handgrenades.
"Now listen carefully. I'll throw the grenades at the front gate. Byshattering that it may be possible for you to get out. The two sentries,will have to take the chances of war. If you get out can you get away inyour airship?"
"Yes, and we can take you with us--Dad!" exclaimed Tom in a tensewhisper.
"Who speaks?" hoarsely asked the man in the shadow of the stockade.
"It is I--your son--Tom Raymond! Oh, thank heaven I have found you atlast!" exclaimed Tom, and he tried to stretch his hand through thebarbed wire, but it was too close.
"Is it really you, Tom, my boy?" asked Mr. Raymond in a broken voice,full of wonder.
"Yes! And to think I should find you here, of all places!" whisperedTom. "I won't stop now to ask how it happened. Can you throw thosegrenades at the gate?"
"I can, and will! Tell your friends to run back to the far end of thestockade to avoid being hurt. I can crouch down behind some of theruined walls."
Tom and Jack quickly communicated the good news to their friends, that arescue was about to be attempted. It was a desperate chance, but theywere in the mood for such.
The two guards alone remaining of the force that had been posted aboutthe stockade were so distracted by the fires and explosions around them,and so fearful of their own safety, that they did not pay much attentionto the prisoners. So when Tom and Jack passed the word, and the airshipcrew ran to the end of the stockade and crouched down to avoid injurywhen the hand grenades should be exploded, the guards paid littleattention.
Mr. Raymond, for it was indeed he, crawled to a position of vantage, andthen threw the hand grenades. They were fitted with short-time fuses,and almost as soon as they fell near the stockade gate they explodedwith a loud report. A great hole was torn in the ground, and one of thesentries was killed while the other was so badly injured as to beincapable of giving an alarm. The gate was blown to pieces.
"Come on!" cried Tom to his friends, as he saw what his father had done."It's now or never, before they rush in on us."
They raced to the breach in the wire wall of the stockade. Mr. Raymond,springing up from where he had taken refuge behind a pile of refuse, wasthere to greet those he had saved, and he and Tom clasped hands silentlyin the gloom that was lighted up by the fires and the bursts of lightfrom the munition explosions.
"Oh, Dad! And it's really you!" mu
"Yes, my boy! _I_ never expected to see you again. Did you know I washere?"
"I never dreamed of it! But don't let's stop to talk. We must get to theairship at once! But you are wounded, Dad!"
"Nothing but a splinter from a bomb. It's only a cut on the head, Son,"and Mr. Raymond wiped away the blood that trickled down on his face.
The newly freed prisoners lost no time. With a rush they made for theairship. If they could only get aboard and start it off all would yet bewell. Could they do it?
Momentary silence had followed the detonation of the two hand grenadesthrown by Mr. Raymond, but now there came yells of rage from theGermans, disclosing that they had become aware of what was going on.
"Lively, everybody!" cried Tom, as he led the way to the big plane.
"Are we all here?" asked Jack.
A rapid count showed that not one of the brave force had been leftbehind.
"Is there room for me?" asked Mr. Raymond.
"Well, I should say so!"
"If there isn't I'll stay behind," cried Jack.
"No you won't!" exclaimed Tom. "There'll be room all right!"
The running men reached the plane just as they could see, in the lightof the burning factories, a squad of Germans rushing to intercept them.In haste they scrambled aboard, and pressed the self-starter on theengine. There was a throbbing roar, answered by a burst of fire from theGerman rifles, for the place had been so devastated that no machine gunswere available just then.
"All aboard?" asked Tom, as he stood ready to put the motors at fullspeed and send the craft along the ground, and then up into the air.
"All aboard--we're all here!" answered Jack, who had kept count. And Mr.Raymond was included.
Then with a louder roar the motors jumped to greater speed, and theItalian plane started off. In another instant it rose into the air.
With yells of rage the Germans even tried to hold it back with theirhands, and, failing, they increased their fire. But though the plane washit several times, and two on board shot, one later dying from hiswounds, the whole party got off. A few minutes later they were above theburning factories, and had a view of the great destruction wrought onthe German base. So completely destroyed was it that few defense gunswere left in condition to fire at the aeroplane.
"Well, we did that in great shape!" exclaimed Jack, as they were ontheir way over the Rhine again.
"Couldn't have been better," conceded Tom. "And, best of all, we havedad with us."
"How did it all happen?" asked Jack.
"I don't know. We'll hear the story when we are safe in France."
And safe they were as the gray morning broke. They arrived just as thecrew of the other plane were relating, with sorrow, the fall of Tom,Jack and their comrades, and the rejoicing was great when it was knownthey were safe, and had not only outwitted the Huns, but had broughtaway a most important prisoner.
"And now let's hear how it all happened," begged Major de Trouville,when the injured had been made as comfortable as possible. There werethree of these, and one dead on the plane that returned first.
The story of the attack on the German base was given in detail, and thenMr. Raymond took up the tale from the point where he had landed inEurope.
He had started for Paris, just as he had written Tom, and had takenlodgings in the Rue Lafayette. He went out just before the starting ofthe bombardment by the big gun, and so escaped injury, but he fell intothe hands of some German spies, who were on his trail, and whosucceeded, after having drugged him, in getting him into Germany.
The spies had succeeded in getting on the trail of a new invention Mr.Raymond had perfected, and which he had offered to the Allies. He hadcome to Paris on this business. The Huns demanded that he devote it totheir interests, but he refused, and he had been held a prisoner overthe Rhine, every sort of pressure being brought to bear on him to makehim accede to the wishes of his captors.
"But I refused," he said, "and they decided I should be shot. Whetherthis was bluff or not I don't know. But they never got a chance at me.In the night I heard, in my prison, the sound of explosions, and I soonrealized what had happened. It was your bold airship raid, and one ofthe bombs burst my prison. I ran out and saw the Italian planes in theair.
"What then happened you know better than I, but what you probably do notknow is that you very likely owe your lives to a dispute that arosebetween the German infantry and the air squadron division," and heindicated Tom, Jack and the others who had been in the stockade.
"How was that?" asked Jack.
"The airmen claimed you as their prey, and the infantrymen said theywere entitled to call you theirs. So, even in the midst of the fire anddestruction, the commandant had to order you put in the stockade untilhe could decide whose prisoners you were. The infantrymen said they hadcaptured you, but the airmen said their fire had brought down yourplane."
"Well, that was partly true," said Tom. "But it was an explosion frombelow that knocked us out temporarily. But we're all right now. And soare you, aren't you, Dad?"
"Yes, but I worried a lot, not knowing what had happened to you, Tom,and being unable to guess what would happen to me. I was in the hands ofclever and unscrupulous enemies. How clever they were you can judge whenI tell you they took me right out of Paris. Perhaps the bombardment madeit easier. But tell me--what of the big guns?"
"Some of them are out of commission, thanks to your brave boy and hiscomrades," said Major de Trouville.
"Good!" cried Mr. Raymond. "Some rumor to that effect sifted in to methere, but it seemed too good to be true. The Germans must be wild withrage."
"I guess they are," admitted Jack.
"And it would have gone hard with you if they had found you were theones responsible," went on Tom's father. "As soon as I was out of myprison and saw the state of affairs, I managed to get the grenades, andI decided to rescue the airship men if I could. I never dreamed my ownson would be among them, or that I might be brought away."
And now it but remains to add that because of their exploits Tom andJack received new honors at the hands of the grateful French, and,moreover, were promoted.
Mr. Raymond, who had steadfastly refused to reveal the secret of hisinvention to the Huns, immediately turned it over to the Allies.
Word of Mr. Raymond's safety and of the success of Tom and Jack was sentto those in Bridgeton, and that city had new reasons for being proud ofher sons.
But the war was not over, and the Germans might be expected to developother forms of frightfulness besides the long-range guns, which, for thetime being, were silenced. However, the destruction of the factories andammunition stores by the raid over the Rhine was a blow that toldheavily on the Hun.
"Well, it seems there's another vacation coming to us," said Tom to Jackone morning, as they walked away from the breakfast table in theirmess.
"Yes? Well, I think we can use it. What do you say to a run into Paristo see your father? He's surely there now, and I'd like to have a talkwith him."
"With--_him?_" asked Tom, and there was a peculiar smile on his face.
"Of course," said Jack.
"Oh," was all Tom answered, but he laughed heartily.
And so, with Tom and Jack on their way to Paris, for a brief respitefrom the war, we will take leave of them for a time. That they weredestined to take a further part in the great struggle need not bedoubted, for the Air Service boys were not the ones to quit until theworld had been made a decent place in which to live.
THE END