Part 33 (1/2)

”It is,” declared Chester; ”and the more I see of it the more I realize that fact. But come. Let us see if we can find the captain.”

It was almost an hour later before they accidentally ran across him, and the young Frenchman carried his arm in a sling.

”It looks as though I am likely to be on the hospital list for a few days,” said the captain, smilingly.

”It's a wonder to me your name is not on the death list,” replied Chester.

”Indeed it is,” agreed Hal. ”We watched you through a gla.s.s from the fort. Your action was magnificent. France can well be proud of you.

Believe me, you will not remain a captain long.”

”As for that,” replied the young Frenchman, ”I have just learned that I have been recommended for promotion.”

The boys congratulated him, but he waved them aside laughingly.

”It is no more than you would do for your own America,” he declared; ”no, nor no more than you both did only the other day. Whatever I do,” he added softly, ”I do for France!”

CHAPTER XIX.

THE DEATH OF A HERO.

For almost a week now the strong Liege fortresses had withstood the fierce bombardment of the great German guns. Attack after attack had been beaten back, with heavy losses to both sides. Time after time the German cavalry had charged, only to be hurled back by the fierce and deadly fire of the Belgians.

But the forts had not gone unscathed. The heavy German guns had done great damage to the fortifications behind which Hal and Chester had taken shelter, and the possibility was now being seriously considered as to whether the fort could withstand another a.s.sault.

General Simon, the commander of the fort, had decided in his own mind to blow it up rather than surrender it to the enemy. Many prisoners had been captured by the defenders, and these crowded the fort, occupying every inch of available s.p.a.ce. And now the next a.s.sault of the Germans was at hand.

Day and night the bombardment of the fort had continued. Under the protection of the heavy cannonading, the Germans moved once more to the attack. Three times did the enemy charge heroically, and as many times were they driven back, with fearful losses. With the fall of darkness they had given up the attempt to take the fort by storm.

But the Belgian commander knew that the Germans would come again on the morrow; and he also knew that he could not hold forth against them. He made his plans accordingly.

Under cover of the darkness he had his prisoners marched to the nearest fort, more than a mile away. Then he ordered all civilians to the safety of the other fortifications.

His plans for keeping his fortifications from falling into the hands of the enemy already made, he set about fulfilling them. He examined the magazine and had everything in readiness. Then he ordered all his troops to report to the general commanding the nearest fortress, placed a fuse to the magazine, lighted it, and sat down to wait.

Hal and Chester, strolling about the fort, in some unaccountable manner had been left behind. Suddenly, for the first time, they noted the utter desolation of the place.

”Strange,” muttered Hal. ”Where has everyone gone?”

”You've got me,” declared Chester, ”but there must be someone around some place. Let's go up to the general's quarters.”

Now, when the soldiers and civilians had been ordered to leave the fort, no one knew it was General Simon's intention of blowing it up. They thought he was abandoning it because he believed it no longer capable of resistance. But the commander had planned more deeply and heroically. He did not intend the fort to fall into the hands of the enemy, that they might repair it and turn its guns against his countrymen.

”A German flag shall never wave over this fort,” he had muttered to himself.

The general was sitting calmly at his desk, awaiting the end, when the lads entered his room. He sprang to his feet with an exclamation.

”Leave the fort instantly!” he commanded. ”Waste a moment and you are as good as dead!”