CHAPTER XVIAN UNEXPECTED HONOR"Sedan at last! This settles the war."It was Chester who spoke."Right you are," replied Hal. "The poor old kaiser's goose is cooked. Even the most sanguine German can no longer hope for victory.""I think the kaiser gave up hope a long while ago," said Chester. "He—Hello, what's up now, I wonder?"He broke off suddenly and pointed to a horseman who came galloping into the town from the east, gesticulating excitedly as he rode along. Words that he shouted as he dashed forward seemed to create great excitement among the villagers, who, all day, had been parading the streets in celebration of the American occupation of the city."Don't know," said Hal. "We'll try and get close enough to hear what he says."As the man drew close, the lads saw that he was a German cavalryman. It appeared strange to both boys that he was thus permitted to ride free, as the feelings of the villagers were very strong against the Germans. But it soon became apparent that the message he brought secured him immunity."What's that he said?" asked Chester, with hand to his ear."I didn't catch it," said Hal. "Here, get in front of him. We'll stop his wild ride."Chester needed no urging. The lads stepped directly in front of the galloping horse. Hal produced his revolvers.The rider checked his steed. Hal approached him."Dismount," said the lad in German.The rider did so."Now," said Hal, "what's all the excitement? You seem to have something on your mind. What is it?""Haven't you heard the news?" demanded the rider."I wouldn't be asking you if I had," said Hal. "What is it?""The kaiser has abdicated!"Hal and Chester started back in pure amazement."What!" they exclaimed in a single voice."So I am informed," declared the German. "It is true that my information has not been substantiated, but I know enough of conditions in Germany to credit the report.""Well, you come with me," said Hal. "We'll take this matter to General Lejeune."The German accompanied them without objection.General Lejeune received the report with skepticism."Nothing to it, in my opinion," he said. "It is true that conditions in Germany are fast approaching a crisis, but I believe this report is premature. However, I have no doubt that something like that will happen within the next thirty days. But what are you doing in our lines, man?"This last to the German soldier."Well, I'm tired of fighting," was the soldier's reply. "I want to live to go home again some day. I've a family in Hamburg that will need me. I am content to remain a prisoner until the war is over.""And so you shall," said General Lejeune. "Whether your report is true or not, it has given me an interesting moment. Colonel O'Shea, will you turn this man over to the corporal of the guard?"The prisoner was led away. General Lejeune turned to Hal and Chester."I am sorry to lose your services, gentlemen," he said, "but I have just been in communication with General Rhodes, and he wishes you to report to him at once."The lads saluted the commander of the Second division and left his quarters.Half an hour later they reported to General Rhodes as he rode into Sedan to establish his own quarters, as the Second division was soon to advance again. General Rhodes greeted the lads warmly."I am certainly glad that you both came through safely," he said, after returning their salutes, "and I must say that I didn't expect it. You have been in luck. Now I have another important matter in hand.""We shall be glad to offer our services, sir," said Hal.General Rhodes smiled."I've no doubt of it," he replied. "However, this mission is not likely to be so dangerous. Don't worry, though," he added, as the faces of the lads fell, "I believe I may safely promise you some interesting moments.""We're glad of that, sir," declared Chester."I wonder," said General Rhodes, "whether you have heard of the reported upheaval in Germany?""Yes, sir," said Hal. "Only a few moments ago we captured a man who declared the kaiser had abdicated.""That," said General Rhodes, "is probably untrue; however, I know that the kaiser has considered abdicating. In fact, his abdication is being urged by his military leaders—his erstwhile friends, Hindenburg and Ludendorff.""Can that be possible, sir?" asked Hal."Yes, we have authentic information to that effect. I understand, too, Germany is preparing to ask Marshal Foch for an armistice preliminary to signing a declaration of peace.""By Jove, sir!" exclaimed Chester, carried away in spite of himself.General Rhodes smiled again."It is good news," he said quietly. "Of course, I am not absolutely positive of that, but in view of recent German reverses I do not see how the enemy can do aught else.""Well, sir," said Chester, "we'll impose terms on them that will make their hair curl."For a third time General Rhodes smiled."We won't be too severe," he said. "Remember, we are not German.""That's true, too, sir," said Chester. "But all the same, it should be done, if you ask me.""Perhaps," said General Rhodes. "Now, I suppose you are wondering why I called you here?""Yes, sir," returned Hal."Well," said General Rhodes, "I have been summoned to report to the commander-in-chief and I want a couple of officers to go with me who can be useful as well as ornamental."Both lads flushed."I know that you drive an automobile exceedingly well, Major Paine," the general continued, "and for that reason I am selecting you as my chauffeur on this trip.""But I am afraid I shall not be so useful, sir," said Chester."Well," said the general, "I am taking you along because I thought you'd like to go.""And so I would, sir," answered Chester."It may be," General Rhodes continued, "that before our return we shall be present at a very momentous gathering.""You mean, sir—" asked Hal.General Rhodes nodded."Exactly," he replied. "I mean that the commander-in-chief is summoning me for some purpose other than because he wants to see me. It would seem that matters have reached a point where something is likely to break at any minute.""By George! I hope so, sir," declared Chester."I shall expect you to be ready in an hour," said General Rhodes ending the interview suddenly. "I shall have a car here at that time."Chester and Hal saluted and departed."Now, this is what I call a regular mission," declared Hal, as they hurried to their quarters."It is if it develops," replied Chester."Something tells me it will develop," said Hal."Let's hope so."The lads were back at General Rhodes' headquarters well within the time allowed them. A large army automobile stood without."Guess this is our steed," said Hal.He was right.General Rhodes appeared a few moments later and took his seat. He motioned Chester to a place beside him. Hal took the wheel."Where to, sir?" he asked of the general."Rheims," was the reply. "The commander-in-chief is there now. You know the road, of course?""Yes, sir.""Then you will take us there as speedily as possible."The machine shot forward with a lurch.Now if there was one thing Hal did better than anything else it was to drive an automobile. He was a fast though careful driver and his hands and nerves both were like steel when he clutched a wheel.He had been over the road before, and his excellent memory served him in good stead now.It was after 3 o'clock on the afternoon of November 7 when the automobile flashed into the outskirts of Rheims. Hal stopped the car long enough to inquire the way to General Pershing's headquarters, then moved forward again."You are a good driver, Major," said General Rhodes, as he alighted and motioned both boys to follow him."Thank you, sir," returned Hal. "I've had experience enough, sir, I should be, at all events."General Rhodes vouchsafed no reply, as he mounted the short flight of steps to General Pershing's offices, with Hal and Chester at his heels.Apparently his arrival was expected, for an orderly saluted and told him that he was to proceed to the commander-in-chief immediately."You gentlemen stay here until I send for you, or return," he instructed the two lads.Hal and Chester stood stiffly at attention as he walked away."We're in luck, if you ask me," said Chester after their commander had gone."It would seem so," Hal agreed. "If anything happens, I'd like to be in at the finish.""So would I. We've been in the war from the first. It would be no more than right for us to see the finale.""Maybe we will," said Hal. "Here's hoping."They sat quietly for some time. Two hours later an orderly approached."Major Paine! Major Crawford!" he said, "the commander-in-chief desires your presence at once. Kindly follow me."CHAPTER XVIISTUBBS AGAINGeneral Pershing greeted the lads cordially."Glad to see you again," he said. "General Rhodes informs me that you have been up to your old tricks and have again been cited for gallantry in action. However, it is no more than I would have expected of you."The lads bowed in response to this praise, but neither spoke."It is fortunate that General Rhodes brought you with him," General Pershing continued. "Still, it may not be so fortunate for him, for I am about to deprive him of your services. I take it that you will survive the separation, though," and the commander-in-chief smiled."We are always glad to serve in whatever way we may, sir," said Hal."Good!" said General Pershing. "Then I shall avail myself of your services. Several hours ago I was in communication with Marshal Foch, who is now in Soissons. General Rhodes informs me that he has made you acquainted with the facts that seem to indicate an early cessation of hostilities, so I need not amplify here. Now, Marshal Foch, anticipating that Germany may really sue for peace, has asked my advice in the matter of armistice terms pending a final treaty of peace. These I have written out. As you will readily recognize, they are not to be trusted to careless hands. I have confidence in you, however, gentlemen, so I shall ask you to carry this paper to Marshal Foch.""We shall be glad to do it, sir," said Chester."Very well. Then I intrust this paper to you, and I need not warn you to guard it carefully and keep the matter secret."General Pershing extended a document to Hal. The lad took it and put it carefully in his inside coat pocket."It will be safe there, your excellency," he said quietly."Now," said the commander-in-chief, "it is my wish that that paper be placed in Marshal Foch's hands at the earliest possible moment. The car in which you drove General Rhodes is at your disposal.""We shall make all possible haste, sir," said Chester.Both lads saluted their commander and left the room."By Jove!" said Hal, as he sprang into the car, "there is no use talking, important developments are pending. It begins to look like peace to me.""And to me," Chester agreed. "Well, the sooner the better. Four years of war is enough to satisfy Mars himself."Soon the car was speeding westward.It was a long drive to Soissons and it was after nightfall when Hal saw the lights of the city in the distance. A few moments later they entered the town.Hal had no difficulty ascertaining where Marshal Foch made his headquarters and he drove there at once. A few words to a guard before the building brought forth a member of Marshal Foch's staff and the lads explained their mission to him briefly."You are expected," said the French officer. "Follow me."He led the way into the house and through a long hall. At the far end he tapped on a door."Who's there?" came a voice, that Hal at once recognized as belonging to the French commander-in-chief."Colonel Murrat," said the lads' guide. "The messengers from General Pershing have arrived.""Show them in at once," said Marshal Foch.A moment later Hal and Chester were in the presence of the generalissimo of all the allied forces. They saluted him respectfully."I may be mistaken," said Marshal Foch, eyeing them searchingly, "but I'll wager you are Majors Paine and Crawford. Am I right?""Yes, your excellency," said Hal. "We are honored that you remember us.""I never forget a face," replied Marshal Foch; "and seldom a name. Then you bring me a communication from General Pershing?"For answer Hal produced the document given him by the American commander-in-chief earlier in the day. He passed it to Marshal Foch without a word. The French commander took it and laid it carefully on his desk."That will be all for to-night, gentlemen," he said. "I shall be pleased if you will avail yourself of our hospitality. Colonel Murrat will find quarters for you. Will you report to me in the morning at 8 o'clock? I may have a reply for your commander-in-chief."The lads saluted again and withdrew. Colonel Murrat showed them to excellent quarters in a house next to the one in which the French commander had his headquarters and left them."Well," said Chester, after he had gone, "looks like we are right in among things, doesn't it?""It certainly does," Hal agreed. "But say, I'm hungry. Let's step out and round up something to eat.""Suits me," declared Chester, "I'm half starved myself."At a little restaurant only three or four blocks away they were soon comfortably filled. Hal was on the point of suggesting that they turn in for the night when a figure entering the door caught his eye."By all that's wonderful," he exclaimed, "here comes Anthony Stubbs."Hal was right. The little war correspondent espied the lads at the same moment and hurried toward them with outstretched hand."I'm awfully glad to see you boys again," he exclaimed. "What brings you here, if I may ask?""Sit down, Mr. Stubbs," said Hal. "Have something to eat with us.""Thanks: don't mind if I do. But I repeat, what are you doing here?""How long have you been in town, Mr. Stubbs?" asked Chester, ignoring the little man's question."About fifteen minutes, more or less. But I say, what are you doing here? This is the third time I've asked that question.""Then don't ask it again, Mr. Stubbs," replied Chester."Oh, I see," smiled Stubbs. "Can't answer, eh? Well, I'll wager another hat with somebody that I can tell you why you're here.""You'd lose this time, Mr. Stubbs," said Hal."Oh, no I wouldn't. You're here in connection with the signing of an armistice by Germany and the allies."Chester started to his feet."Sh-h-h! Not so loud, Stubbs," he exclaimed.Stubbs smiled, but he lowered his voice when he spoke again."Well, would I lose the bet?" he asked."I can't say a thing, Mr. Stubbs," was Hal's response."Well, I'm bound by no such orders," said Stubbs, "so I can. First, however, I want you to understand that whatever I do say is in confidence.""Of course," said Hal."Certainly, Mr. Stubbs," agreed Chester."Well, then," said Stubbs, "I want to tell you I'm on the trail of the biggest scoop in newspaper history. I'm going to be the first war correspondent to flash the news that the armistice is signed.""You mean you think you are," said Chester."I'm dead sure of it. Now, I'm in close touch with a very influential naval officer. He has agreed to let me know the moment the armistice is signed; and the news will come to him over the only direct wire to the place of meeting between Germans and allies, for it will be an official wire.""You're getting away ahead of the game, Mr. Stubbs," declared Chester."Certainly you have no information yet that an armistice is likely to be signed soon."Stubbs smiled."But the trouble is I have," he replied quietly."Stubbs," said Hal with real admiration, "I don't know how you do it, but you certainly have a way of getting information when you start after it.""That's why the New York Gazette sent me over here," replied Stubbs modestly."I see," said Hal. "Well, I wish you luck. But what are you doing here?"Stubbs was silent a moment. Then he said:"I know you'll say nothing about this, or I would keep mum. Truth is I came here to make these arrangements I've been telling you about.""And how long will you stay, Mr. Stubbs?""Over night. I'm off for Versailles to-morrow.""Versailles!" exclaimed Chester. "But you will be out of the fighting zone then, Mr. Stubbs, and it will take you longer to get word should your news develop.""But I'll be where I can get it on the cables ahead of some of the rest of 'em," said Stubbs with a grin. "Also, I'll get word in Versailles as soon as the fellows get it here, or wherever the thing is pulled off. I've seen to that.""I get you, Mr. Stubbs," said Hal. "Now take my advice and wait until you are sure of your facts before you do anything rash.""I wasn't born yesterday," said Stubbs with another grin. "I'll flash the word when the time comes, not before.""Sorry we can't help you a little bit, Mr. Stubbs," said Chester, "but you know how it is.""Oh, that's all right," said Stubbs. "I understand. I don't make a habit of telling all I know either. Well, that was a pretty fair meal you fellows set me up to. Now let's get out of here. Where are you putting up?"Hal told him."Guess there's no objection to my coming along, is there?" asked Stubbs."I guess not," said Hal. "Come along."So Stubbs accompanied the two lads back to their temporary home."I'm going to turn in on that second bed there," he said. "You two fellows can bunk together. If I'm gone when you get up in the morning you'll know I'm on my way."He threw his clothes off hastily, and crawled into bed."Good night," he said.He was asleep and snoring loudly long before Hal and Chester turned in for the night."Let him snore," said Hal with a grin. "I'm not particularly fond of such noises, but I'd hate to disturb him. Anyway, he won't bother me long, and not at all after I get to sleep.""Nor me," agreed Chester. "Let him snore."So the lads also crawled between the sheets."Guess we'd better get all the rest we can," said Chester. "Things are liable to happen from this time on."Chester was right. Things did happen.CHAPTER XVIIIA MESSAGE FROM THE ENEMYAn air of confusion and extreme activity pervaded Marshal Foch's headquarters when Hal and Chester presented themselves to the French commander-in-chief the following morning.The lads awakened early in spite of the fact that they had not gone early to bed. Stubbs already had taken his departure, but he had left a note which read:"Good-bye. You were sleeping so peacefully I didn't wish to disturb you. You'll hear from me after I land the big scoop. Stubbs."Upon entering the office of Marshal Foch the lads stood at attention for some moments before the marshal noticed their presence. Then he motioned them to approach."I'm very busy now," he said, indicating a mass of papers on his desk, "so I will ask you to sit down and await my pleasure. I am expecting momentarily to have news upon which to base a communication to General Pershing."He turned back to his desk, and Hal and Chester found seats in the far end of the room.From time to time, French officers hurried in, reported to Marshal Foch and departed again as hurriedly.Marshal Foch tapped a bell on his desk. An officer who answered the part of private secretary arose from a desk across the room and hurried to his commander's side."Any word from General Marcel?" asked Marshal Foch."None, your excellency.""Strange. My information indicated that developments would begin before now. What day is this, Colonel?""The eighth of November, your excellency.""So it is, I had forgotten. In times like these, it seems I cannot keep track of the days. If General Marcel has not reported in the next half hour, you will send a messenger to ascertain why.""Very well, sir."The officer resumed his seat and Marshal Foch again plunged into the mass of papers on his desk.Half an hour passed and in the interval no one had entered the room. Marshal Foch's secretary arose and approached his commander."I shall send a messenger to General Marcel now, your excellency," he said.Marshal Foch nodded, but did not raise his head from his work.The secretary left the room. He returned five minutes later and resumed his seat without a word.Another half an hour passed.Then an officer in full general's regalia entered and approached Marshal Foch."I am here, sir," he said, saluting.The French commander looked up."Ah, General Marcel," he exclaimed. "And what have you to report, sir?""Nothing, your excellency.""Nothing?""Nothing, sir. I have heard no word from the enemy since my conversation with you last night.""Please repeat to me your reply of last night to the unofficial overtures made through the Swiss ambassador. My memory is not as good as it once was, general.""I simply repeated your words, sir. I said: 'If the German general staff desires to ask an armistice on the western front, the allied forces will respect a flag of truce.'""And that is all, general?""That is all, sir. It was plain enough. The enemy knows now that he need attempt to gain no delay by subterfuge. If he is sincere in his appeal, a flag of truce will be sent from the German lines.""Exactly," said Marshal Foch. "In the meantime, general, I shall order an attack in force along the whole front.""I shall report to you the moment there are developments," said General Marcel."Very well, general. Let us hope the developments will come speedily. That is all."General Marcel saluted and withdrew.Marshal Foch swung again to his secretary."Summon General Magnin," he instructed.The secretary went out hurriedly. He returned a moment later accompanied by a second figure, General Magnin, then acting chief of staff."General," said Marshal Foch, "I am going to order a further advance all along the line. Will you see that the necessary orders are given, at once?""At once, your excellency," said General Magnin, and withdrew with haste."Now, that's what I call getting action," Hal whispered to Chester."You bet," was Chester's low response.Once more the French commander became immersed in his work. He took no notice of Hal and Chester, who, though trying to be as patient as possible, were beginning to get restless and to fidget uneasily.At noon Marshal Foch showed no intention of stopping work for lunch."I can stand it if he can, I guess," Chester told himself.At 2 o'clock the French commander was still with the papers and maps before him.At 3 o'clock General Marcel entered hurriedly."General Dupree reports a flag of truce advancing from the enemy lines south of Rocroi, sir," he said, his voice trembling under repressed emotion.Marshal Foch was on his feet instantly."By 'phone?" he demanded."Yes, sir.""And what else did he say?""That is all, sir.""Very well. Report to your own station, general. I'll get General Dupree on the wire myself."General Marcel withdrew."Colonel Matin!"The French commander's secretary was on his feet instantly."Get General Dupree for me on the wire at once."Colonel Matin seized the telephone. Five minutes later he said:"General Dupree on the wire, your excellency."Marshal Foch seized the instrument."Hello, Dupree," he said into the transmitter. "This is Marshal Foch. Has the flag of truce reached our lines yet?""No, sir," was the response over the wire. "There seems to be some doubt that it will reach our lines.""Some doubt? What do you mean?""The bearer has turned back twice, sir, and—one moment." The voice broke off and for several moments Marshal Foch waited impatiently. At last General Dupree spoke again: "The flag of truce is advancing again, sir.""Good," said Marshal Foch. "I'll keep the wire open. Inform me at once of what the messenger says."For perhaps five minutes Marshal Foch held the 'phone himself. From time to time his eyes wandered to the mass of papers that littered his desk. He called suddenly:"Major Crawford!"Chester sprang to his feet with alacrity and advanced to the marshal's side."Take this 'phone and inform me the moment General Dupree is on the wire again."Chester did as commanded, and sat motionless before the telephone. Marshal Foch, meanwhile, bent over his desk and buried himself in maps and papers.Not for a moment, it seemed, could this active man rest. He could not even content himself the few moments necessary to await further word from General Dupree. His mind was never idle. He was busy and active every minute he was awake. This, perhaps, was what made him the great and successful military genius he was.A voice came over the wire to Chester's ear."Your excellency?""One moment," said Chester.He found it unnecessary to apprise Marshal Foch that General Dupree was on the wire again. At the first sound of the lad's voice, the French commander had left his chair and stepped to Chester's side. Now he took the receiver from the lad's hand."This is Foch," he said. "Well?""The message from the enemy," said General Dupree, "is signed by Ludendorff. In effect, it requests a meeting between a commission of Germans and the allies to discuss terms of an armistice.""Hm-m," said Marshal Foch. "Signed by Ludendorff, eh?""You may tell the envoy," said Marshal Foch, "that to-morrow at noon I shall be at Hirson, accompanied by my staff. A flag of truce from the enemy's lines will be respected then as now. If it is the earnest and true wish of the enemy to seek means of bringing an end to hostilities, I may be seen at Hirson at that hour. That is all, general."Marshal Foch replaced the receiver and returned to his desk. Then, instead of plunging again into the mass of work awaiting his attention, he sat in thought for some time. At last he raised his head."It has been thoughtless of me to keep you gentlemen here all this time," he said to Hal and Chester, "but to tell the truth for the time being I had forgotten your presence. Now, I don't know as it is really necessary for me to send any word to General Pershing. However, I shall be in touch with him by telephone shortly, and I shall take pleasure at that time in informing him that I am taking you with me to Hirson to-morrow."In spite of themselves, Hal and Chester uttered exclamations of pure astonishment.Marshal Foch smiled."I know it is a strange procedure," he admitted. "Still, it will be well if I have some one besides French officers when I meet the German delegates. Do you care to go?""Of course, your excellency," said Chester breathlessly."Of course, sir," declared Hal."Then go you shall," said Marshal Foch. "Report to me here to-morrow morning at 6 o'clock."Hal and Chester saluted and took their departure, their spirits high.CHAPTER XIXHIRSONAlmost due west of Rheims approximately 150 miles as the crow flies, less than two hundred miles northeast of Soissons, is the village of Hirson. Through all the war, this little village, on the edge of the Franco-Belgian border, had retained its quiet seclusion. It had been the scene of much severe fighting during the four years of the war, but otherwise laid no claim to prominence.But now Hirson was to become historic. In it was to be written one of the most important chapters in the history of all nations.Into Hirson on the morning of November 9, steamed a special train. The Tricolor streamed from the engine pilot, from the rear car, and fluttered from each and every window as the train drew into the little station.At the depot awaiting the arrival of the train stood a group of men. Included in this group was the burgess, the mayor of the city, and other officials of the city government.As the train came to a stop a uniformed man dropped from the steps of the rear car, removed his hat and stood at attention. Directly other uniformed figures alighted. These also drew themselves up to attention. Following these there stepped from the car an elderly man, smooth shaven except for a flowing white mustache. Tall he was and erect. His uniform, though plain, nevertheless proved him of high rank and it was apparent to the casual observer that here was the man to whom the others now paid homage. In fact, a glance showed that the man who now stepped from the car was of the highest military rank in France. He was, as his stars and bars proclaimed him, a marshal of France—the commander-in-chief of all the allied armies opposed to the Germans—Marshal Foch.Following him from the car came his retinue of officers—members of his staff, and a few others who had been invited to accompany him to the coming conference with representatives of the German empire.As Marshal Foch left the car, the mayor of the town hurried forward, and welcomed him to the city with a series of deferential bows and words. It is doubtful, so excited was the mayor at the unexpected honor paid his little town, if the man really knew what he said; but his intentions were all of the best, and Marshal Foch accepted them as such—and smiled."I am very glad to be here, Mr. Taylor," he said quietly, "particularly on such a mission. I know that the people of your little city will be proud to be hosts upon such an historic occasion.""Yes, ye-s-yes, your excellency," stammered the burgess."Will you kindly see if you can prepare food for my officers and myself?" requested Marshal Foch."It shall be done immediately, your excellency," said the mayor, and bustled away.Marshal Foch turned to the members of his staff and the others who composed the party."There is nothing for us to do at the moment, gentlemen," he said, "except to prepare ourselves for the feast. By the way, Colonel," turning to his secretary, "at what hour did I bid General Dupree report to me here?""Two o'clock this afternoon, sir," was the reply.Marshal Foch glanced at his watch."And it is not quite noon yet," he said. "Well, we have plenty of time ahead of us."Directly the burgess returned to report that luncheon was served in the depot, and to this Marshal Foch and members of his staff repaired at once.The meal disposed of, it was after 12 o'clock. The next hour the French commander-in-chief spent in animated discussion with members of his staff.Now Hal and Chester, in response to the commands of Marshal Foch, had reported to him at the hour appointed and thus found themselves members of the group that proceeded to Hirson. The heart of each lad beat high, for both were smart enough to know that they were on the eve of historic events."I'm willing to bet, though," said Hal, "that the Germans will go back on their promises.""I don't think so," declared Chester. "They are aiming to get the easiest terms possible, and they must be smart enough to realize that the longer they postpone their cry for peace, the harder will be the terms imposed by the allies.""Maybe so," Hal admitted; "but after four years' experience with the Germans, I believe nothing until I see it.""You talk like Stubbs," said Chester."Perhaps; and yet I'm telling you just how I feel.""For my part," said Chester, "I believe the enemy has at last come to the conclusion that they are licked and want to get out of the mess the easiest way they can.""You may be right. It would be just like the Germans to have wreaked destruction on all other nations and then to try and crawl out without paying the cost.""Don't fool yourself about that," said Chester. "They'll have to pay.""I'm sure I hope so. Personally, I am in favor of dismembering the German empire.""I believe that is what will be done. Certainly, with victory in their grasp, the allies cannot afford to allow Germany to prepare a second time for a conflagration that will consume the world.""You wouldn't think so, that's certain."The lads became silent as Marshal Foch, followed by members of his staff, approached them."Well, gentlemen," said the marshal, "are you glad to be here, or would you rather be on the firing line with your American forces?""For the moment," replied Hal, "we would much prefer to be here, sir. I want to say that we are indeed fortunate to be on the spot where history is about to be written, your excellency.""Right you are, young sir," declared Marshal Foch, "and if I am not greatly mistaken, history will be written here—and that very soon.""The sooner the better for all concerned, sir," said Chester.Marshal Foch bowed slightly in acknowledging this remark, the lads saluted and the commander-in-chief walked away."Well," said Chester half an hour later, "I'm getting tired of sitting around here. I wish something would happen.""I heard Marshal Foch say that General Dupree was to report here at 2 o'clock," said Hal "It's almost that now. Something may happen soon after that.""Let's hope so. This is tiresome business."Shortly before 2 o'clock, the sound of an approaching train raised the lads' hopes again. Others in the party also showed keen interest. A few moments later a train drew into the station. Marshal Foch and his staff were on the platform.Presently there alighted a figure in the uniform of a divisional commander."General Dupree," said Chester to Hal.The lad was right.General Dupree hurried at once to Marshal Foch and the two engaged in conversation when the formalities of greeting had been exchanged."Then you say that the German envoys will be here this evening?" asked Marshal Foch."So I have been informed. They have sought safe conduct through our lines, and without asking your permission, sir, I have granted it.""That is well. At a time like this we must not let a few formalities stand in the way.""I thought you would say so, your excellency, therefore I have ordered that firing be suspended all along the line at 4 o'clock, the hour upon which I am informed, the German representatives will leave their own lines.""You have done well, General. Now what is your idea as to their reception?""There should be no formal reception, sir. These men are coming to sue for peace. As defeated enemies, so they should be received. We must not lose sight of the fact, sir, that we are dealing almost with barbarians.""True, General," said Marshal Foch, "and yet I wish it could be otherwise.""You may be sure," said General Dupree, "that they will never be satisfied with any terms for an armistice which you may offer.""That will be their misfortune," was the reply. "But as for my terms, they may take them or leave them. I shall stand firm.""As you should, your excellency. The enemy is entitled to no consideration.""I shall be no more harsh than necessary," said Marshal Foch. "All I am striving to bring about is peace—peace on such terms as will prevent a resumption of this murderous struggle."Marshal Foch now turned and re-entered his car which still stood in the station."I shall receive them here when they arrive," he informed General Dupree, who accompanied him.The day passed slowly for Hal and Chester.Much as they would have liked to look about the city a bit they knew that their duty lay with the others who had come to Hirson, and they stuck close to the railroad station."Hope we don't have to linger here long after the conference," said Chester. "This is not my idea of having a good time, at all.""Nor mine," Hal agreed; "and yet, when we get back to America we will have something to talk about.""Rather," Chester agreed dryly. "But I wish something would hurry up and happen.""So do I; but wishing won't do any good.""Maybe not; but it gives a fellow something to talk about, and that helps pass away the time."The day drew toward a close at last.Hal and Chester, along toward 4 o'clock, found themselves close to the telegraph operator in the station. Suddenly the clattering of the instrument became more nervous. The operator pricked up his ears. Then he leaped to his feet excitedly."They're coming!" he cried.
CHAPTER XVI
AN UNEXPECTED HONOR
"Sedan at last! This settles the war."
It was Chester who spoke.
"Right you are," replied Hal. "The poor old kaiser's goose is cooked. Even the most sanguine German can no longer hope for victory."
"I think the kaiser gave up hope a long while ago," said Chester. "He—Hello, what's up now, I wonder?"
He broke off suddenly and pointed to a horseman who came galloping into the town from the east, gesticulating excitedly as he rode along. Words that he shouted as he dashed forward seemed to create great excitement among the villagers, who, all day, had been parading the streets in celebration of the American occupation of the city.
"Don't know," said Hal. "We'll try and get close enough to hear what he says."
As the man drew close, the lads saw that he was a German cavalryman. It appeared strange to both boys that he was thus permitted to ride free, as the feelings of the villagers were very strong against the Germans. But it soon became apparent that the message he brought secured him immunity.
"What's that he said?" asked Chester, with hand to his ear.
"I didn't catch it," said Hal. "Here, get in front of him. We'll stop his wild ride."
Chester needed no urging. The lads stepped directly in front of the galloping horse. Hal produced his revolvers.
The rider checked his steed. Hal approached him.
"Dismount," said the lad in German.
The rider did so.
"Now," said Hal, "what's all the excitement? You seem to have something on your mind. What is it?"
"Haven't you heard the news?" demanded the rider.
"I wouldn't be asking you if I had," said Hal. "What is it?"
"The kaiser has abdicated!"
Hal and Chester started back in pure amazement.
"What!" they exclaimed in a single voice.
"So I am informed," declared the German. "It is true that my information has not been substantiated, but I know enough of conditions in Germany to credit the report."
"Well, you come with me," said Hal. "We'll take this matter to General Lejeune."
The German accompanied them without objection.
General Lejeune received the report with skepticism.
"Nothing to it, in my opinion," he said. "It is true that conditions in Germany are fast approaching a crisis, but I believe this report is premature. However, I have no doubt that something like that will happen within the next thirty days. But what are you doing in our lines, man?"
This last to the German soldier.
"Well, I'm tired of fighting," was the soldier's reply. "I want to live to go home again some day. I've a family in Hamburg that will need me. I am content to remain a prisoner until the war is over."
"And so you shall," said General Lejeune. "Whether your report is true or not, it has given me an interesting moment. Colonel O'Shea, will you turn this man over to the corporal of the guard?"
The prisoner was led away. General Lejeune turned to Hal and Chester.
"I am sorry to lose your services, gentlemen," he said, "but I have just been in communication with General Rhodes, and he wishes you to report to him at once."
The lads saluted the commander of the Second division and left his quarters.
Half an hour later they reported to General Rhodes as he rode into Sedan to establish his own quarters, as the Second division was soon to advance again. General Rhodes greeted the lads warmly.
"I am certainly glad that you both came through safely," he said, after returning their salutes, "and I must say that I didn't expect it. You have been in luck. Now I have another important matter in hand."
"We shall be glad to offer our services, sir," said Hal.
General Rhodes smiled.
"I've no doubt of it," he replied. "However, this mission is not likely to be so dangerous. Don't worry, though," he added, as the faces of the lads fell, "I believe I may safely promise you some interesting moments."
"We're glad of that, sir," declared Chester.
"I wonder," said General Rhodes, "whether you have heard of the reported upheaval in Germany?"
"Yes, sir," said Hal. "Only a few moments ago we captured a man who declared the kaiser had abdicated."
"That," said General Rhodes, "is probably untrue; however, I know that the kaiser has considered abdicating. In fact, his abdication is being urged by his military leaders—his erstwhile friends, Hindenburg and Ludendorff."
"Can that be possible, sir?" asked Hal.
"Yes, we have authentic information to that effect. I understand, too, Germany is preparing to ask Marshal Foch for an armistice preliminary to signing a declaration of peace."
"By Jove, sir!" exclaimed Chester, carried away in spite of himself.
General Rhodes smiled again.
"It is good news," he said quietly. "Of course, I am not absolutely positive of that, but in view of recent German reverses I do not see how the enemy can do aught else."
"Well, sir," said Chester, "we'll impose terms on them that will make their hair curl."
For a third time General Rhodes smiled.
"We won't be too severe," he said. "Remember, we are not German."
"That's true, too, sir," said Chester. "But all the same, it should be done, if you ask me."
"Perhaps," said General Rhodes. "Now, I suppose you are wondering why I called you here?"
"Yes, sir," returned Hal.
"Well," said General Rhodes, "I have been summoned to report to the commander-in-chief and I want a couple of officers to go with me who can be useful as well as ornamental."
Both lads flushed.
"I know that you drive an automobile exceedingly well, Major Paine," the general continued, "and for that reason I am selecting you as my chauffeur on this trip."
"But I am afraid I shall not be so useful, sir," said Chester.
"Well," said the general, "I am taking you along because I thought you'd like to go."
"And so I would, sir," answered Chester.
"It may be," General Rhodes continued, "that before our return we shall be present at a very momentous gathering."
"You mean, sir—" asked Hal.
General Rhodes nodded.
"Exactly," he replied. "I mean that the commander-in-chief is summoning me for some purpose other than because he wants to see me. It would seem that matters have reached a point where something is likely to break at any minute."
"By George! I hope so, sir," declared Chester.
"I shall expect you to be ready in an hour," said General Rhodes ending the interview suddenly. "I shall have a car here at that time."
Chester and Hal saluted and departed.
"Now, this is what I call a regular mission," declared Hal, as they hurried to their quarters.
"It is if it develops," replied Chester.
"Something tells me it will develop," said Hal.
"Let's hope so."
The lads were back at General Rhodes' headquarters well within the time allowed them. A large army automobile stood without.
"Guess this is our steed," said Hal.
He was right.
General Rhodes appeared a few moments later and took his seat. He motioned Chester to a place beside him. Hal took the wheel.
"Where to, sir?" he asked of the general.
"Rheims," was the reply. "The commander-in-chief is there now. You know the road, of course?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then you will take us there as speedily as possible."
The machine shot forward with a lurch.
Now if there was one thing Hal did better than anything else it was to drive an automobile. He was a fast though careful driver and his hands and nerves both were like steel when he clutched a wheel.
He had been over the road before, and his excellent memory served him in good stead now.
It was after 3 o'clock on the afternoon of November 7 when the automobile flashed into the outskirts of Rheims. Hal stopped the car long enough to inquire the way to General Pershing's headquarters, then moved forward again.
"You are a good driver, Major," said General Rhodes, as he alighted and motioned both boys to follow him.
"Thank you, sir," returned Hal. "I've had experience enough, sir, I should be, at all events."
General Rhodes vouchsafed no reply, as he mounted the short flight of steps to General Pershing's offices, with Hal and Chester at his heels.
Apparently his arrival was expected, for an orderly saluted and told him that he was to proceed to the commander-in-chief immediately.
"You gentlemen stay here until I send for you, or return," he instructed the two lads.
Hal and Chester stood stiffly at attention as he walked away.
"We're in luck, if you ask me," said Chester after their commander had gone.
"It would seem so," Hal agreed. "If anything happens, I'd like to be in at the finish."
"So would I. We've been in the war from the first. It would be no more than right for us to see the finale."
"Maybe we will," said Hal. "Here's hoping."
They sat quietly for some time. Two hours later an orderly approached.
"Major Paine! Major Crawford!" he said, "the commander-in-chief desires your presence at once. Kindly follow me."
CHAPTER XVII
STUBBS AGAIN
General Pershing greeted the lads cordially.
"Glad to see you again," he said. "General Rhodes informs me that you have been up to your old tricks and have again been cited for gallantry in action. However, it is no more than I would have expected of you."
The lads bowed in response to this praise, but neither spoke.
"It is fortunate that General Rhodes brought you with him," General Pershing continued. "Still, it may not be so fortunate for him, for I am about to deprive him of your services. I take it that you will survive the separation, though," and the commander-in-chief smiled.
"We are always glad to serve in whatever way we may, sir," said Hal.
"Good!" said General Pershing. "Then I shall avail myself of your services. Several hours ago I was in communication with Marshal Foch, who is now in Soissons. General Rhodes informs me that he has made you acquainted with the facts that seem to indicate an early cessation of hostilities, so I need not amplify here. Now, Marshal Foch, anticipating that Germany may really sue for peace, has asked my advice in the matter of armistice terms pending a final treaty of peace. These I have written out. As you will readily recognize, they are not to be trusted to careless hands. I have confidence in you, however, gentlemen, so I shall ask you to carry this paper to Marshal Foch."
"We shall be glad to do it, sir," said Chester.
"Very well. Then I intrust this paper to you, and I need not warn you to guard it carefully and keep the matter secret."
General Pershing extended a document to Hal. The lad took it and put it carefully in his inside coat pocket.
"It will be safe there, your excellency," he said quietly.
"Now," said the commander-in-chief, "it is my wish that that paper be placed in Marshal Foch's hands at the earliest possible moment. The car in which you drove General Rhodes is at your disposal."
"We shall make all possible haste, sir," said Chester.
Both lads saluted their commander and left the room.
"By Jove!" said Hal, as he sprang into the car, "there is no use talking, important developments are pending. It begins to look like peace to me."
"And to me," Chester agreed. "Well, the sooner the better. Four years of war is enough to satisfy Mars himself."
Soon the car was speeding westward.
It was a long drive to Soissons and it was after nightfall when Hal saw the lights of the city in the distance. A few moments later they entered the town.
Hal had no difficulty ascertaining where Marshal Foch made his headquarters and he drove there at once. A few words to a guard before the building brought forth a member of Marshal Foch's staff and the lads explained their mission to him briefly.
"You are expected," said the French officer. "Follow me."
He led the way into the house and through a long hall. At the far end he tapped on a door.
"Who's there?" came a voice, that Hal at once recognized as belonging to the French commander-in-chief.
"Colonel Murrat," said the lads' guide. "The messengers from General Pershing have arrived."
"Show them in at once," said Marshal Foch.
A moment later Hal and Chester were in the presence of the generalissimo of all the allied forces. They saluted him respectfully.
"I may be mistaken," said Marshal Foch, eyeing them searchingly, "but I'll wager you are Majors Paine and Crawford. Am I right?"
"Yes, your excellency," said Hal. "We are honored that you remember us."
"I never forget a face," replied Marshal Foch; "and seldom a name. Then you bring me a communication from General Pershing?"
For answer Hal produced the document given him by the American commander-in-chief earlier in the day. He passed it to Marshal Foch without a word. The French commander took it and laid it carefully on his desk.
"That will be all for to-night, gentlemen," he said. "I shall be pleased if you will avail yourself of our hospitality. Colonel Murrat will find quarters for you. Will you report to me in the morning at 8 o'clock? I may have a reply for your commander-in-chief."
The lads saluted again and withdrew. Colonel Murrat showed them to excellent quarters in a house next to the one in which the French commander had his headquarters and left them.
"Well," said Chester, after he had gone, "looks like we are right in among things, doesn't it?"
"It certainly does," Hal agreed. "But say, I'm hungry. Let's step out and round up something to eat."
"Suits me," declared Chester, "I'm half starved myself."
At a little restaurant only three or four blocks away they were soon comfortably filled. Hal was on the point of suggesting that they turn in for the night when a figure entering the door caught his eye.
"By all that's wonderful," he exclaimed, "here comes Anthony Stubbs."
Hal was right. The little war correspondent espied the lads at the same moment and hurried toward them with outstretched hand.
"I'm awfully glad to see you boys again," he exclaimed. "What brings you here, if I may ask?"
"Sit down, Mr. Stubbs," said Hal. "Have something to eat with us."
"Thanks: don't mind if I do. But I repeat, what are you doing here?"
"How long have you been in town, Mr. Stubbs?" asked Chester, ignoring the little man's question.
"About fifteen minutes, more or less. But I say, what are you doing here? This is the third time I've asked that question."
"Then don't ask it again, Mr. Stubbs," replied Chester.
"Oh, I see," smiled Stubbs. "Can't answer, eh? Well, I'll wager another hat with somebody that I can tell you why you're here."
"You'd lose this time, Mr. Stubbs," said Hal.
"Oh, no I wouldn't. You're here in connection with the signing of an armistice by Germany and the allies."
Chester started to his feet.
"Sh-h-h! Not so loud, Stubbs," he exclaimed.
Stubbs smiled, but he lowered his voice when he spoke again.
"Well, would I lose the bet?" he asked.
"I can't say a thing, Mr. Stubbs," was Hal's response.
"Well, I'm bound by no such orders," said Stubbs, "so I can. First, however, I want you to understand that whatever I do say is in confidence."
"Of course," said Hal.
"Certainly, Mr. Stubbs," agreed Chester.
"Well, then," said Stubbs, "I want to tell you I'm on the trail of the biggest scoop in newspaper history. I'm going to be the first war correspondent to flash the news that the armistice is signed."
"You mean you think you are," said Chester.
"I'm dead sure of it. Now, I'm in close touch with a very influential naval officer. He has agreed to let me know the moment the armistice is signed; and the news will come to him over the only direct wire to the place of meeting between Germans and allies, for it will be an official wire."
"You're getting away ahead of the game, Mr. Stubbs," declared Chester.
"Certainly you have no information yet that an armistice is likely to be signed soon."
Stubbs smiled.
"But the trouble is I have," he replied quietly.
"Stubbs," said Hal with real admiration, "I don't know how you do it, but you certainly have a way of getting information when you start after it."
"That's why the New York Gazette sent me over here," replied Stubbs modestly.
"I see," said Hal. "Well, I wish you luck. But what are you doing here?"
Stubbs was silent a moment. Then he said:
"I know you'll say nothing about this, or I would keep mum. Truth is I came here to make these arrangements I've been telling you about."
"And how long will you stay, Mr. Stubbs?"
"Over night. I'm off for Versailles to-morrow."
"Versailles!" exclaimed Chester. "But you will be out of the fighting zone then, Mr. Stubbs, and it will take you longer to get word should your news develop."
"But I'll be where I can get it on the cables ahead of some of the rest of 'em," said Stubbs with a grin. "Also, I'll get word in Versailles as soon as the fellows get it here, or wherever the thing is pulled off. I've seen to that."
"I get you, Mr. Stubbs," said Hal. "Now take my advice and wait until you are sure of your facts before you do anything rash."
"I wasn't born yesterday," said Stubbs with another grin. "I'll flash the word when the time comes, not before."
"Sorry we can't help you a little bit, Mr. Stubbs," said Chester, "but you know how it is."
"Oh, that's all right," said Stubbs. "I understand. I don't make a habit of telling all I know either. Well, that was a pretty fair meal you fellows set me up to. Now let's get out of here. Where are you putting up?"
Hal told him.
"Guess there's no objection to my coming along, is there?" asked Stubbs.
"I guess not," said Hal. "Come along."
So Stubbs accompanied the two lads back to their temporary home.
"I'm going to turn in on that second bed there," he said. "You two fellows can bunk together. If I'm gone when you get up in the morning you'll know I'm on my way."
He threw his clothes off hastily, and crawled into bed.
"Good night," he said.
He was asleep and snoring loudly long before Hal and Chester turned in for the night.
"Let him snore," said Hal with a grin. "I'm not particularly fond of such noises, but I'd hate to disturb him. Anyway, he won't bother me long, and not at all after I get to sleep."
"Nor me," agreed Chester. "Let him snore."
So the lads also crawled between the sheets.
"Guess we'd better get all the rest we can," said Chester. "Things are liable to happen from this time on."
Chester was right. Things did happen.
CHAPTER XVIII
A MESSAGE FROM THE ENEMY
An air of confusion and extreme activity pervaded Marshal Foch's headquarters when Hal and Chester presented themselves to the French commander-in-chief the following morning.
The lads awakened early in spite of the fact that they had not gone early to bed. Stubbs already had taken his departure, but he had left a note which read:
"Good-bye. You were sleeping so peacefully I didn't wish to disturb you. You'll hear from me after I land the big scoop. Stubbs."
Upon entering the office of Marshal Foch the lads stood at attention for some moments before the marshal noticed their presence. Then he motioned them to approach.
"I'm very busy now," he said, indicating a mass of papers on his desk, "so I will ask you to sit down and await my pleasure. I am expecting momentarily to have news upon which to base a communication to General Pershing."
He turned back to his desk, and Hal and Chester found seats in the far end of the room.
From time to time, French officers hurried in, reported to Marshal Foch and departed again as hurriedly.
Marshal Foch tapped a bell on his desk. An officer who answered the part of private secretary arose from a desk across the room and hurried to his commander's side.
"Any word from General Marcel?" asked Marshal Foch.
"None, your excellency."
"Strange. My information indicated that developments would begin before now. What day is this, Colonel?"
"The eighth of November, your excellency."
"So it is, I had forgotten. In times like these, it seems I cannot keep track of the days. If General Marcel has not reported in the next half hour, you will send a messenger to ascertain why."
"Very well, sir."
The officer resumed his seat and Marshal Foch again plunged into the mass of papers on his desk.
Half an hour passed and in the interval no one had entered the room. Marshal Foch's secretary arose and approached his commander.
"I shall send a messenger to General Marcel now, your excellency," he said.
Marshal Foch nodded, but did not raise his head from his work.
The secretary left the room. He returned five minutes later and resumed his seat without a word.
Another half an hour passed.
Then an officer in full general's regalia entered and approached Marshal Foch.
"I am here, sir," he said, saluting.
The French commander looked up.
"Ah, General Marcel," he exclaimed. "And what have you to report, sir?"
"Nothing, your excellency."
"Nothing?"
"Nothing, sir. I have heard no word from the enemy since my conversation with you last night."
"Please repeat to me your reply of last night to the unofficial overtures made through the Swiss ambassador. My memory is not as good as it once was, general."
"I simply repeated your words, sir. I said: 'If the German general staff desires to ask an armistice on the western front, the allied forces will respect a flag of truce.'"
"And that is all, general?"
"That is all, sir. It was plain enough. The enemy knows now that he need attempt to gain no delay by subterfuge. If he is sincere in his appeal, a flag of truce will be sent from the German lines."
"Exactly," said Marshal Foch. "In the meantime, general, I shall order an attack in force along the whole front."
"I shall report to you the moment there are developments," said General Marcel.
"Very well, general. Let us hope the developments will come speedily. That is all."
General Marcel saluted and withdrew.
Marshal Foch swung again to his secretary.
"Summon General Magnin," he instructed.
The secretary went out hurriedly. He returned a moment later accompanied by a second figure, General Magnin, then acting chief of staff.
"General," said Marshal Foch, "I am going to order a further advance all along the line. Will you see that the necessary orders are given, at once?"
"At once, your excellency," said General Magnin, and withdrew with haste.
"Now, that's what I call getting action," Hal whispered to Chester.
"You bet," was Chester's low response.
Once more the French commander became immersed in his work. He took no notice of Hal and Chester, who, though trying to be as patient as possible, were beginning to get restless and to fidget uneasily.
At noon Marshal Foch showed no intention of stopping work for lunch.
"I can stand it if he can, I guess," Chester told himself.
At 2 o'clock the French commander was still with the papers and maps before him.
At 3 o'clock General Marcel entered hurriedly.
"General Dupree reports a flag of truce advancing from the enemy lines south of Rocroi, sir," he said, his voice trembling under repressed emotion.
Marshal Foch was on his feet instantly.
"By 'phone?" he demanded.
"Yes, sir."
"And what else did he say?"
"That is all, sir."
"Very well. Report to your own station, general. I'll get General Dupree on the wire myself."
General Marcel withdrew.
"Colonel Matin!"
The French commander's secretary was on his feet instantly.
"Get General Dupree for me on the wire at once."
Colonel Matin seized the telephone. Five minutes later he said:
"General Dupree on the wire, your excellency."
Marshal Foch seized the instrument.
"Hello, Dupree," he said into the transmitter. "This is Marshal Foch. Has the flag of truce reached our lines yet?"
"No, sir," was the response over the wire. "There seems to be some doubt that it will reach our lines."
"Some doubt? What do you mean?"
"The bearer has turned back twice, sir, and—one moment." The voice broke off and for several moments Marshal Foch waited impatiently. At last General Dupree spoke again: "The flag of truce is advancing again, sir."
"Good," said Marshal Foch. "I'll keep the wire open. Inform me at once of what the messenger says."
For perhaps five minutes Marshal Foch held the 'phone himself. From time to time his eyes wandered to the mass of papers that littered his desk. He called suddenly:
"Major Crawford!"
Chester sprang to his feet with alacrity and advanced to the marshal's side.
"Take this 'phone and inform me the moment General Dupree is on the wire again."
Chester did as commanded, and sat motionless before the telephone. Marshal Foch, meanwhile, bent over his desk and buried himself in maps and papers.
Not for a moment, it seemed, could this active man rest. He could not even content himself the few moments necessary to await further word from General Dupree. His mind was never idle. He was busy and active every minute he was awake. This, perhaps, was what made him the great and successful military genius he was.
A voice came over the wire to Chester's ear.
"Your excellency?"
"One moment," said Chester.
He found it unnecessary to apprise Marshal Foch that General Dupree was on the wire again. At the first sound of the lad's voice, the French commander had left his chair and stepped to Chester's side. Now he took the receiver from the lad's hand.
"This is Foch," he said. "Well?"
"The message from the enemy," said General Dupree, "is signed by Ludendorff. In effect, it requests a meeting between a commission of Germans and the allies to discuss terms of an armistice."
"Hm-m," said Marshal Foch. "Signed by Ludendorff, eh?"
"You may tell the envoy," said Marshal Foch, "that to-morrow at noon I shall be at Hirson, accompanied by my staff. A flag of truce from the enemy's lines will be respected then as now. If it is the earnest and true wish of the enemy to seek means of bringing an end to hostilities, I may be seen at Hirson at that hour. That is all, general."
Marshal Foch replaced the receiver and returned to his desk. Then, instead of plunging again into the mass of work awaiting his attention, he sat in thought for some time. At last he raised his head.
"It has been thoughtless of me to keep you gentlemen here all this time," he said to Hal and Chester, "but to tell the truth for the time being I had forgotten your presence. Now, I don't know as it is really necessary for me to send any word to General Pershing. However, I shall be in touch with him by telephone shortly, and I shall take pleasure at that time in informing him that I am taking you with me to Hirson to-morrow."
In spite of themselves, Hal and Chester uttered exclamations of pure astonishment.
Marshal Foch smiled.
"I know it is a strange procedure," he admitted. "Still, it will be well if I have some one besides French officers when I meet the German delegates. Do you care to go?"
"Of course, your excellency," said Chester breathlessly.
"Of course, sir," declared Hal.
"Then go you shall," said Marshal Foch. "Report to me here to-morrow morning at 6 o'clock."
Hal and Chester saluted and took their departure, their spirits high.
CHAPTER XIX
HIRSON
Almost due west of Rheims approximately 150 miles as the crow flies, less than two hundred miles northeast of Soissons, is the village of Hirson. Through all the war, this little village, on the edge of the Franco-Belgian border, had retained its quiet seclusion. It had been the scene of much severe fighting during the four years of the war, but otherwise laid no claim to prominence.
But now Hirson was to become historic. In it was to be written one of the most important chapters in the history of all nations.
Into Hirson on the morning of November 9, steamed a special train. The Tricolor streamed from the engine pilot, from the rear car, and fluttered from each and every window as the train drew into the little station.
At the depot awaiting the arrival of the train stood a group of men. Included in this group was the burgess, the mayor of the city, and other officials of the city government.
As the train came to a stop a uniformed man dropped from the steps of the rear car, removed his hat and stood at attention. Directly other uniformed figures alighted. These also drew themselves up to attention. Following these there stepped from the car an elderly man, smooth shaven except for a flowing white mustache. Tall he was and erect. His uniform, though plain, nevertheless proved him of high rank and it was apparent to the casual observer that here was the man to whom the others now paid homage. In fact, a glance showed that the man who now stepped from the car was of the highest military rank in France. He was, as his stars and bars proclaimed him, a marshal of France—the commander-in-chief of all the allied armies opposed to the Germans—Marshal Foch.
Following him from the car came his retinue of officers—members of his staff, and a few others who had been invited to accompany him to the coming conference with representatives of the German empire.
As Marshal Foch left the car, the mayor of the town hurried forward, and welcomed him to the city with a series of deferential bows and words. It is doubtful, so excited was the mayor at the unexpected honor paid his little town, if the man really knew what he said; but his intentions were all of the best, and Marshal Foch accepted them as such—and smiled.
"I am very glad to be here, Mr. Taylor," he said quietly, "particularly on such a mission. I know that the people of your little city will be proud to be hosts upon such an historic occasion."
"Yes, ye-s-yes, your excellency," stammered the burgess.
"Will you kindly see if you can prepare food for my officers and myself?" requested Marshal Foch.
"It shall be done immediately, your excellency," said the mayor, and bustled away.
Marshal Foch turned to the members of his staff and the others who composed the party.
"There is nothing for us to do at the moment, gentlemen," he said, "except to prepare ourselves for the feast. By the way, Colonel," turning to his secretary, "at what hour did I bid General Dupree report to me here?"
"Two o'clock this afternoon, sir," was the reply.
Marshal Foch glanced at his watch.
"And it is not quite noon yet," he said. "Well, we have plenty of time ahead of us."
Directly the burgess returned to report that luncheon was served in the depot, and to this Marshal Foch and members of his staff repaired at once.
The meal disposed of, it was after 12 o'clock. The next hour the French commander-in-chief spent in animated discussion with members of his staff.
Now Hal and Chester, in response to the commands of Marshal Foch, had reported to him at the hour appointed and thus found themselves members of the group that proceeded to Hirson. The heart of each lad beat high, for both were smart enough to know that they were on the eve of historic events.
"I'm willing to bet, though," said Hal, "that the Germans will go back on their promises."
"I don't think so," declared Chester. "They are aiming to get the easiest terms possible, and they must be smart enough to realize that the longer they postpone their cry for peace, the harder will be the terms imposed by the allies."
"Maybe so," Hal admitted; "but after four years' experience with the Germans, I believe nothing until I see it."
"You talk like Stubbs," said Chester.
"Perhaps; and yet I'm telling you just how I feel."
"For my part," said Chester, "I believe the enemy has at last come to the conclusion that they are licked and want to get out of the mess the easiest way they can."
"You may be right. It would be just like the Germans to have wreaked destruction on all other nations and then to try and crawl out without paying the cost."
"Don't fool yourself about that," said Chester. "They'll have to pay."
"I'm sure I hope so. Personally, I am in favor of dismembering the German empire."
"I believe that is what will be done. Certainly, with victory in their grasp, the allies cannot afford to allow Germany to prepare a second time for a conflagration that will consume the world."
"You wouldn't think so, that's certain."
The lads became silent as Marshal Foch, followed by members of his staff, approached them.
"Well, gentlemen," said the marshal, "are you glad to be here, or would you rather be on the firing line with your American forces?"
"For the moment," replied Hal, "we would much prefer to be here, sir. I want to say that we are indeed fortunate to be on the spot where history is about to be written, your excellency."
"Right you are, young sir," declared Marshal Foch, "and if I am not greatly mistaken, history will be written here—and that very soon."
"The sooner the better for all concerned, sir," said Chester.
Marshal Foch bowed slightly in acknowledging this remark, the lads saluted and the commander-in-chief walked away.
"Well," said Chester half an hour later, "I'm getting tired of sitting around here. I wish something would happen."
"I heard Marshal Foch say that General Dupree was to report here at 2 o'clock," said Hal "It's almost that now. Something may happen soon after that."
"Let's hope so. This is tiresome business."
Shortly before 2 o'clock, the sound of an approaching train raised the lads' hopes again. Others in the party also showed keen interest. A few moments later a train drew into the station. Marshal Foch and his staff were on the platform.
Presently there alighted a figure in the uniform of a divisional commander.
"General Dupree," said Chester to Hal.
The lad was right.
General Dupree hurried at once to Marshal Foch and the two engaged in conversation when the formalities of greeting had been exchanged.
"Then you say that the German envoys will be here this evening?" asked Marshal Foch.
"So I have been informed. They have sought safe conduct through our lines, and without asking your permission, sir, I have granted it."
"That is well. At a time like this we must not let a few formalities stand in the way."
"I thought you would say so, your excellency, therefore I have ordered that firing be suspended all along the line at 4 o'clock, the hour upon which I am informed, the German representatives will leave their own lines."
"You have done well, General. Now what is your idea as to their reception?"
"There should be no formal reception, sir. These men are coming to sue for peace. As defeated enemies, so they should be received. We must not lose sight of the fact, sir, that we are dealing almost with barbarians."
"True, General," said Marshal Foch, "and yet I wish it could be otherwise."
"You may be sure," said General Dupree, "that they will never be satisfied with any terms for an armistice which you may offer."
"That will be their misfortune," was the reply. "But as for my terms, they may take them or leave them. I shall stand firm."
"As you should, your excellency. The enemy is entitled to no consideration."
"I shall be no more harsh than necessary," said Marshal Foch. "All I am striving to bring about is peace—peace on such terms as will prevent a resumption of this murderous struggle."
Marshal Foch now turned and re-entered his car which still stood in the station.
"I shall receive them here when they arrive," he informed General Dupree, who accompanied him.
The day passed slowly for Hal and Chester.
Much as they would have liked to look about the city a bit they knew that their duty lay with the others who had come to Hirson, and they stuck close to the railroad station.
"Hope we don't have to linger here long after the conference," said Chester. "This is not my idea of having a good time, at all."
"Nor mine," Hal agreed; "and yet, when we get back to America we will have something to talk about."
"Rather," Chester agreed dryly. "But I wish something would hurry up and happen."
"So do I; but wishing won't do any good."
"Maybe not; but it gives a fellow something to talk about, and that helps pass away the time."
The day drew toward a close at last.
Hal and Chester, along toward 4 o'clock, found themselves close to the telegraph operator in the station. Suddenly the clattering of the instrument became more nervous. The operator pricked up his ears. Then he leaped to his feet excitedly.
"They're coming!" he cried.