In due course we came to the considerable town of X. All happened as
before. As we popped in at one flank the bold Uhlan popped out at
the other, and the townsfolk flooded the streets. I was dragged out
of the saddle, kissed, pump-handled and cheered while my bewildered
charger was led aside and festooned with pink roses. Tricolours
appeared at every window; handbills of welcome were distributed
broadcast. The Mayor and Corporation arrived at the double, and we
struggled together for some moments while they rasped me with their
stubbly beards. When the first ecstasies had somewhat abated I
gathered my troop and prepared to move again.
"Whither away?" the Mayor enquired, a fine old veteran he, wearing
two 1870 medals and the ribbon of the Legion.
"To Z.," said I.
"_Ecoutez, donc_," he warned. "They are waiting for you there in
force, machine-guns and cannon."
I intimated that nevertheless I must go and have a look-see, at any
rate, and so rode out of town, the vast crowd accompanying us to the
outskirts, cheering, shouting advice, warnings and blessings. In
sight of Z. we shed our floral tributes and, debouching off the
highway into the open, worked forwards on the look-out for trouble.
It came. A dozen pip-squeaks shrilled overhead to cause considerable
casualties among some neighbouring cabbages, and shortly afterwards
rifle-fire opened from outlying cottages. I swung round and tried
for an opening to the north, but a couple of machine-guns promptly
gave tongue on that flank. Another flock of pip-squeaks kicked up
the mould in front of us and some fresh rifles and machine-guns
joined in. Too hot altogether.
I was just deciding to give it best and cut for cover when all
hostile fire suddenly switched off, and a few minutes later I beheld
light guns on lorries, machine-guns in motor-cars and Uhlans on
horses stampeding out of the village by all roads east.
The day was mine. Yip, Yip! Bonza! Skoo-kum! Hurroosh!
Nevertheless I was properly bewildered, for it was absurd to suppose
that an overwhelming force of heavily-armed Huns could have been
bluffed out of a strong position by the merest handful of unsupported
cavalry. Manifestly absurd!
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