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"It is very funny," said the subaltern, "I can't understand it a bit; but it's too late now, we must go through with it." All the same the subaltern found his way to his Colonel.
Precisely at six o'clock that morning the attack was made. From what Tom learnt afterwards, it had been conceived and prepared for in secret. None but those in high command had any knowledge whatever of it. But evidently the enemy knew. As the German soldier who had warned Tom said, "they were ready for them," and when the attack was made they were met by a storm of bullets. Indeed the whole adventure would have been disastrous had not the subaltern to whom Tom had spoken reported the conversation to a superior officer, who had hurriedly given orders for a number of the Black Watch to be brought up. As it was, although our loss of life was heavy, we did not have to yield any ground.
When the affair came to an end the Colonel of Tom's battalion sent for him.
"Now, my man," said the Colonel, "tell me exactly what you heard."
Tom told his story straightforwardly. It was little he had to say, and although the Colonel cross-questioned him very closely he was not able to shake him.
"This is very strange," said the Colonel to the Major when Tom had gone; "no one breathed a word about our plans, and as you know I laid everything before the General at the Divisional Headquarters. They were good plans too, and if the Germans had not got hold of them we should have made a big haul. What is the meaning of it?"
The Major shook his head.
"It was the biggest thing we had planned for months," went on the Colonel, "and I can't tell you how sick I am. We had everything in our favour too. There must be some treachery somewhere!"
"Where can the treachery be?" asked the Major. "You know what the Staff General said. It was to be kept absolutely quiet; the men were to know nothing about it until an hour before the time, and all the junior officers were to be kept in darkness. You know how careful the General is too."
"But the fact is there, man!" cried the Colonel, "we have the evidence of this lad, who could not possibly have been mistaken. He seemed an intelligent lad too; you saw how closely I cross-questioned him. Who is he?"
"I will send for his sergeant," was the Major's reply.
A few minutes later Sergeant Ashworth appeared on the scene. It was the sergeant to whom Tom had spoken when he first came to Ypres.
"Tell me what you know of Private Pollard," said the Colonel.
Sergeant Ashworth spoke freely about Tom.
"A smart lad, sir," he said, "intelligent, and well-behaved. I spoke to him about whether he would like his lance-corporal's stripe, but he didn't seem to want it. He would make a very good non-commissioned officer, sir."
"He seems a lad of some education," replied the Colonel.
"Yes, sir, a lot of those Lancas.h.i.+re lads are very well educated; they are quick and sensible too, and Pollard is one of the best of them. My opinion of him is that he is utterly trustworthy and intelligent."
"Now then, Blundell," and the Colonel turned to the Major, "what do you think?"
"Of course we must report it to Headquarters at once," replied the Major, "but for the life of me I can't see through it."
The incident as far as the men were concerned was simply regarded as an affair which had missed fire. How, they didn't know. But there it was; a number of their comrades had been killed, and many more had been wounded. Still it was what they had come to the Front for. Many of their attacks had failed, and no one seemed to know why.
As may be imagined, Tom thought a great deal about it. He knew by the Colonel's questions, and by the tone of his voice, that the affair was regarded as serious. Tom, although not brilliant, had a good deal of common sense. He was able to put two and two together, and his Lancas.h.i.+re gumption led him to see further than many gave him credit for. He kept his own counsel, but he had become alert to the finger-tips.
Altogether that night was the most wonderful in Tom's history. In a way he could not understand, it formed an epoch in his life; it affected him in many ways. From that time he felt the reality of G.o.d.
It was not an impression which came to him for a moment and then pa.s.sed away, it was something which became permanent. G.o.d was a personal Power ever present with him. He was not simply some great Eternal Abstraction, but He was a great loving Father, revealed through Jesus Christ His Son. All the teaching he had received in the Sunday School, all the addresses he had heard at the Y.M.C.A. huts, came back to him.
He formulated no theories, he tried to shape no creeds, but there seemed to be a Spiritual Deposit in his life to which he had hitherto been a stranger. He was a child of the Great Eternal Father, and Jesus Christ had told him what that Father was like. He said nothing about it to any one, it was not something to talk about. To Tom it was very real, and in a vital sense the knowledge made him a new man; a new life pulsated through his being. What it was he could not tell, did not even care. But it was there. Indeed he had a greater love for his life than ever, but he was no longer afraid.
It was not until two days later that Tom received news that Alec McPhail was among the wounded and had been removed to a hospital some little distance from Ypres, on the road leading to Ca.s.sel. He had seen but little of McPhail since he had come to France, as the Scotchman's battalion of the Black Watch occupied the trench some three miles from where the Lancas.h.i.+res were situated. They had met occasionally near Ypres, but had had little to say to each other. When Tom heard he was wounded, however, he determined to go and see him.
"He got it bad," said a friend of McPhail's; "they told me at the dressing station that he was in no fit condition to be removed, but they had to do it."
"You don't mean to say he's going to die!" said Tom.
"Nay, I don't think it's so bad as that," replied the other, "but he's got it bad."
When Tom arrived at the little town where the hospital was situated he immediately asked for permission to see the wounded man.
The nurse shook her head. "I doubt if you can," she replied.
"Is he very bad?" asked Tom.
The nurse nodded. "Very bad indeed," she replied; "he was wounded the other morning when the attack was made. We seem to have lost a number of men."
"Yes," said Tom, "I was there and I heard that the Black Watch were called up."
For a few seconds there was a silence between them, while Tom scanned the nurse's face closely.
"Do you mean to say he's going to die?" asked Tom, and his voice trembled a little.
The nurse nodded. "I am afraid so," she said. "He's too ill to see any one, and I doubt if he would know you."
"I am sure he would like to see me," said Tom pleadingly; "you see we were pals in Lancas.h.i.+re, and we saw a goodish bit of each other while we were in the camp in Surrey. I would like to see him if I could, I would really."
"Well, I shall have to speak to the doctor," was the nurse's reply.
"Will you wait here? I won't be long before I'm back."
A curious feeling came into Tom's heart. He did not know very much about McPhail, but he recalled the conversations that they had had in Lancas.h.i.+re, and he vividly remembered the night before they had started for the Front. McPhail had been very much wrought upon then. Tom had watched his face while they sat together in the Y.M.C.A. hut when the speaker was telling them about the deep needs of their lives.
McPhail's face had become set and stern, although his lips quivered.
Afterwards when they had gone to the canteen the Scotchman had uttered words which Tom never forgot.
He wondered now if McPhail had meant what he said, wondered too if he had realised the same experiences which he, Tom, had pa.s.sed through.
It seemed awful that this tall, stalwart Scotchman was going to die.
Why should men be killed in this way? Why should that lonely Scotchwoman, McPhail's mother, have to suffer because of German sins?
The nurse came back to him. "He wants to see you," she said, "and the doctor says he may. He's been asking for you."
"Asking for me?" queried Tom.
"Yes, I didn't know anything about it. He's been telling another nurse that he wanted to see you. Pollard is your name, isn't it?"
A few seconds later Tom was admitted into the room where a number of men lay. McPhail was in a corner of the room partially hidden from the rest. The Scotchman gave Tom a smile of recognition as he came up to him.
"I felt sure ye'd come," he whispered. "They told me I couldna get at ye, but I had a feeling that I should see ye before I died."
Tom hesitated a second before replying.
"It may not be as bad as that," he said, "lots of chaps who have looked worse than you have got better."
"Nay," said McPhail, "I'm pipped, I have got to go. I'm not in any pain, though," he added quickly, "the doctor saw to that, but it willna be long afore I'm gone. Tom, I would like ye to write a letter to my mither. As I told you, she's a G.o.dly woman, and I've grieved her sair."
"I will do anything you ask me, McPhail," was Tom's reply. "Ay, but don't give up; you may get well yet, and have another smack at the Germans."