A Hero of Liége: A Story of the Great WarStrang, Herbert
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A Hero of Liége: A Story of the Great War
Strang, Herbert
World War, 1914-1918 -- France -- Juvenile fiction
Their investigation added little to their knowledge. The luggage of the
spies contained no papers bearing on espionage. But the wireless
installation, carried up inside the chimney, was very powerful. The
electrical apparatus for firing the mine was in perfect order.
"There is nothing amateurish about it," said Pariset. "This is spying
reduced to a science."
It was some time before the lancers returned. They brought with them
the man who had been wounded as he sprang through the window. The
others had got away. The man who had fired at Kenneth was dead; his
comrade, to whom he owed his death, Kenneth had wounded.
After consultation with the captain of lancers, it was decided to leave
a dozen men to occupy the mill, pending the receipt of instructions from
headquarters. Kenneth and Pariset begged a lodging for the night from
the old miller, who was delighted at the success of their scheme, and
lavishly hospitable.
CHAPTER IX--IN THE TRENCHES
Next morning the two friends flew into Charleroi. The town was seething
with excitement. People were laughing and singing, cheering every
soldier who passed along the street, congratulating each other on the
good news. It had become known that the fierce German assaults of the
previous day on Liége had been beaten back by the guns of the forts and
the steady rifle fire of the men in the trenches, and that the Germans
had asked for an armistice.
"Splendid!" said Pariset, when he learnt the news from a brother
officer: "though we mustn’t crow too soon. The cessation of the attack
gives us the chance I wanted, then. We can take advantage of it to get
into Liége. I should like to report our little coup in person."
"There will be no difficulty in my getting away, I suppose?" asked
Kenneth.
"What do you wish to do?"
"Get to England and join the Flying Corps."
"They would take you?"
"Well, my chest measures thirty-six inches, my teeth are sound, and I’ve
no varicose veins. The only doubt is about my sight: my right eye is a
trifle astigmatic. But I think I should pass the doctor."
"I wish you could stay with us. But I understand your wish to serve
with your own army. As soon as we get back I’ll ask the commandant if I
can be spared to carry you to Ostend."
Kenneth agreed to this, and they started eastward. It was nearing
midday when they swooped down from a great height on to an open space
some three miles west of Liége. Pariset had pointed out the positions
of the forts as they descended; but Kenneth had been able barely to
distinguish them while in the air, and when he came to the ground they
were quite out of sight.
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