The proclamation, dated the 31st day of July, was an order for partial mobilization, calling up the First Division of the Reserves. No reason was given, and the lack of it, rather than the fact that the order had to be obeyed, was the subject of general comment. From the nature of the conversation the lad gathered that military service was not regarded by the Belgians in anything approaching a tolerant spirit. "Nothing much; only a mobilization," announced Everest in reply to his companion's enquiry. "Let's make a move. We may see something of the Belgian troops. It would be rather interesting to see how they take to playing at soldiering." "Why playing?" asked Rollo as he proceeded to secure his valise to the carrier. "What else would you expect from Belgians?" rejoined Kenneth. "Even old Gallipot--or whatever the hotel proprietor's name is--was grumbling about the uselessness of the business, and most of those johnnies over there are of the same opinion. No, Rollo, take my word for it, the Belgians are not a fighting race. Let me see--didn't they skedaddle at Waterloo and almost let our fellows down?" "They may have done," remarked Rollo. "But that's nearly a century old. Ready?" With half-closed throttles, and tyres sufficiently soft to absorb most of the shocks, the young tourists bumped over the _pavé_, swung round, and soon settled down to a modest fifteen miles an hour along the Namur road. For the best part of the journey the Meuse, with its limestone crags and dense foliage, was within a few yards on their right, while trees on either side of the road afforded a pleasant shade from the fierce rays of the sun. The dust, too, rose in dense clouds whenever, as frequently happened, a motor-car tore past, or a flock of frightened sheep scampered madly all across the road. At Namur their wishes regarding the Belgian troops were gratified. The narrow street swarmed with soldiers and civil guards. There were men with head-dresses resembling the busbies of the British guardsmen, leading teams of dogs harnessed to light quick-firing "Berthier" guns; infantry who, in spite of the broiling heat, wore heavy greatcoats; cavalry whose mounts were powerful enough to evoke the admiration of the critical Kenneth. "I wonder what all this fuss is about," he exclaimed. Before Rollo could furnish any remark a little Belgian officer accosted them. "You gentlemen are English, without doubt?" "We are." "It then is well," continued the officer, speaking in English with considerable fluency. "You have not heard, eh? The news--the grave news?" "No, monsieur." "Germany has declared war upon the Russians." CHAPTER II A Break-down "Is that so?" asked Kenneth. "Then I hope to goodness the Russians will give the Germans a thundering good licking. But why are your troops mobilizing?" The Belgian officer replied by producing a newspaper and pointing to a heavy-leaded column. "You understand our language?" he asked.