Ruth Fielding In the Red Cross Part 14

"I do not doubt it," he said with a smile. "But it is reported to me that your work is especially commendable. You speak very good French. It is to a French hospital at Clair I can send you. A representative of the Red Cross is needed there to furnish emergency supplies when called upon, and particularly to communicate with the families of the _blesses_, and to furnish special services to the patients. You have a way with you, I understand, that pleases the poor fellows and that fits you for this position of which I speak."

"Oh, I believe I should like it!" the girl cried, her eyes glistening.

It seemed to be just the work she had hoped for from the beginning-coming in personal touch with the wounded. A place where her sympathies would serve the poor fellows.

"The position is yours. You will start to-night," declared the major.

"Clair is within sound of the guns. It has been bombarded twice; but we shall hope the _Boches_ do not get so near again."

Ruth was delighted with the chance to go. But suddenly a new thought came to her mind. She asked:

"Who recommended me, sir?"

"You have the very best recommendation you could have, Miss Fielding,"

he said pleasantly. "Your chief seems to think very highly of your capabilities. Madame Mantel suggested your appointment."

Fortunately, the major was not looking at Ruth as he spoke, but was filling out her commission papers for the new place she had accepted.

The girl's emotion at that moment was too great to be wholly hidden.

Rose Mantel to recommend her for any position! It seemed unbelievable!

Unless--

The thought came to Ruth that the woman in black wished her out of the way. She feared the girl might say something regarding the Robinsburg fire that would start an official inquiry here in France regarding Mrs.

Mantel and her particular friends. Was that the basis for the woman in black's desire to get Ruth out of the way? Should the latter tell this medical officer, here and now, just what she thought of Mrs. Mantel?

How cra.s.s it would sound in his ears if she did so! Rose Mantel had warmly recommended Ruth for a position that the girl felt was just what she wanted.

She could not decide before the major handed her the papers and an order for transportation in an ambulance going to Clair. He again shook hands with her. His abrupt manner showed that he was a busy man and that he had no more time to give to her affairs.

"Get your pa.s.sport viseed before you start. Never neglect your pa.s.sport over here in these times," advised the major.

Should she speak? She hesitated, and the major sat down to his desk and took up his pen again.

"Good-day, Miss Fielding," he said. "And the best of luck!"

The girl left the office, still in a hesitating frame of mind. There were yet several hours before she left the town. Her bags were quickly packed. All the workers of the Red Cross "traveled light," as Clare Biggars laughingly said.

Ruth decided that she could not confide in Clare. Already the Western girl was quite enamored of the smiling, snaky Rose Mantel. It would be useless to ask Clare to watch the woman. Nor could Ruth feel that it would be wise to go to the French police and tell them of her suspicions concerning the woman in black.

The French have a very high regard for the American Red Cross-as they have for their own _Croix Rouge_. They can, and do, accept a.s.sistance for their needy poilus and for others from the American Red Cross, because, in the end, the organization is international and is not affiliated with any particular religious sect.

To accuse one of the Red Cross workers in this great hospital at Lyse would be very serious-no matter to what Ruth's suspicions pointed. The girl could not bring herself to do that.

When she went to the prefect of police to have her pa.s.sport viseed she found a white-mustached, fatherly man, who took a great interest in her as an _Americaine mademoiselle_ who had come across the ocean to aid France.

"I kiss your hand, Mademoiselle!" he said. "Your bravery and your regard for my country touches me deeply. Good fortune attend your efforts at Clair. You may be under bombardment there, my child. It is possible. We shall hope for your safety."

Ruth thanked him for his good wishes, and, finally, was tempted to give some hint of her fears regarding the supposed Professor Perry and the Italian Clare had spoken of.

"They may be perfectly straightforward people," Ruth said; "but where I was engaged in Red Cross work in America these two men-I am almost sure they are the same-worked under the names of Legrand and Jose, one supposedly a Frenchman and the other a Mexican. There was a fire and property was destroyed. Legrand and Jose were suspected in the matter, but I believe they got away without being arrested."

"Mademoiselle, you put me under further obligations," declared the police officer. "I shall make it my business to look up these two men-and their a.s.sociates."

"But, Monsieur, I may be wrong."

"If it is proved that they are in disguise, that is sufficient. We are giving spies short shrift nowadays."

His stern words rather troubled Ruth. Yet she believed she had done her duty in announcing her suspicions of the two men. Of Rose Mantel she said nothing. If the French prefect made a thorough investigation, as he should, he could not fail to discover the connection between the men and the chief of the Red Cross supply unit at the hospital.

Ruth's arrangements were made in good season, and Clare and the other girls bade her a warm good-bye at the door of their pension. The ambulance that was going to Clair proved to be an American car of famous make with an ambulance body, and driven by a tall, thin youth who wore sh.e.l.l-bowed gla.s.ses. He was young and gawky and one could see hundreds of his like leaving the city high schools in America at half-past three o'clock, or pacing the walks about college campuses.

He looked just as much out of place in the strenuous occupation of ambulance driver as anyone could look. He seemingly was a "bookish"

young man who would probably enjoy hunting a Greek verb to its lair. Tom Cameron would have called him "a plug"-a term meaning an over-faithful student.

Ruth climbed into the seat beside this driver. She then had no more than time to wave her hand to the girls before the ambulance shot away from the curb, turned a corner on two wheels, and, with the staccato blast of a horn that sounded bigger than the car itself, sent dogs and pedestrians flying for their lives.

"Goodness!" gasped Ruth when she caught her breath. Then she favored the bespectacled driver with a surprised stare. He looked straight ahead, and, as they reached the edge of the town, he put on still more speed, and the girl began to learn why people who can afford it buy automobiles that have good springs and shock absorbers.

"Do-do you _have_ to drive this way?" she finally shrilled above the clatter of the car.

"Yes. This is the best road-and that isn't saying much," the bespectacled driver declared.

"No! I mean so fa-a-ast!"

"Oh! Does it jar you? I'll pull her down. Got so used to getting over all the ground I can before I break something-or a sh.e.l.l comes--"

He reduced speed until they could talk to each other. Ruth learned all in one gush, it seemed, that his name was Charlie Bragg, that he had been on furlough, and that they had given him a "new second-hand flivver" to take up to Clair and beyond, as his old machine had been quite worn out.

He claimed unsmilingly to be more than twenty-one, that he had left a Western college in the middle of his freshman year to come over to drive a Red Cross car, and that he was writing a book to be called "On the Battlefront with a Flivver," in which his brother in New York already had a publisher interested.

"Gee!" said this boy-man, who simply amazed Ruth Fielding, "Bob's ten years older than I am, and he's married, and his wife makes him put on rubbers and take an umbrella if it rains when he starts for his office.

And they used to call me 'Bubby' before I came over here."

Ruth could appreciate that! She laughed and they became better friends.

CHAPTER XV-NEW WORK

The prefect of police at Lyse was quite right. Clair was within sound of the big guns. Indeed, Ruth became aware of their steady monotone long before the rattling car reached its destination.

As the first hour sped by and the muttering of the guns came nearer and nearer, the girl asked Charlie Bragg if there was danger of one of the projectiles, that she began faintly to hear explode individually, coming their way. Was not this road a perilous one?

"Oh, no, ma'am!" he declared. "Oh, yes, this road has been bombarded more than once. Don't you notice how crooked it is? We turn out for the sh.e.l.l holes and make a new road, that's all. But there's no danger."

"But aren't you frightened at all-ever?" murmured the girl of the Red Mill.

"What is there to be afraid of?" asked the boy, whom his family called "Bubby." "If they get you they get you, and that's all there is to it.