Her courage was wonderful. Nothing could damp her spirits nor lessen2 her high confidence. She laughed at the idea of risks or danger, scoffed3 at difficulties, and made light of every obstacle as if ours was a mere4 holiday jaunt5. An optimist6 to the very tips of her pretty fingers.
To be Hans, the mechanic, was just a delightfully7 farcical joy; she took pride in her skill in playing the part, and was so eager to show me how carefully she had studied it that I hadn't the heart to be a candid8 critic and point out that it was one thing to act a part for an hour or two on an amateur stage or when we were by ourselves, and quite another to keep it for days in circumstances when even a slight trip might spell grave trouble.
And that our situation was full of difficulties and even dangers was certain. She was still suffering from the inevitable9 shock of the railway smash; she was done up and sorely in need of rest; it was out of the question to think of seeking a lodging10 in Osnabrück; the best we could look for was to shelter in some barn or out-of-the-way shed; fifty miles or more lay between us and the frontier, any yard of which might bring some incident which would involve discovery; and even if we got through safely, the job of crossing the frontier would be the most difficult and dangerous of any.
The little incident in the shed as we were leaving kept us both silent for a while. It was the first sign since we had met in Berlin to suggest the renewal11 of our old relations; and it was not until we reached a good spot for ridding ourselves of our own clothes that the silence was broken.
We struck out to the north of the town and turned along a footpath12 which would lead us round the outskirts13. This took us across a broad stream, and Nessa pulled up on the bridge to suggest we should sink the clothes. We made them into two parcels, put some heavy stones in each, and I sunk them under some trees which overhung the stream a little distance along the bank.
"And when do you propose to put your thinking cap on about our plans, Jack14?" she chipped when I rejoined her.
"I'm not going to think of anything else from this minute."
"Hear, hear. The 'anything else' must wait, eh?" she cried, with one of her bright silvery laughs.
"That's not very much like a German hobbledehoy's laugh, is it?"
"Righto, matey, I forgot. That was Nessa; this is Hans;" and she guffawed15 in her best Hans' manner.
"Not so much of your forgetting, young 'un. This may be no mere picnic."
"Keep your hair on; but I'm going to have the time of my life. By the way, what's your name?"
"Been christened so often lately that I'm not too clear about it. You can call me boss."
"Boss, eh? Then you expect to be master, I suppose?" with a mischievous16 meaning chuckle17. "Am I to keep it up always?"
"Jack's the English for it."
"And what about our plans, boss?" she asked after a pause.
"I don't see anything for it but to tramp it, if you can stick it."
"How far?"
"The nearest road to the frontier is about thirty odd miles; but as we can't take that, we can put it down at fifty, say. There's no need to rush things, and if we can manage ten or fifteen each day, it ought to do the trick."
"Nothing in that to hurt me, boss. I've often padded twenty or twenty-five in a day, looking for a job, you know. But what's waiting for us at the end of the tramp?"
"I wish I could tell you. My rough idea is to make for a place called Lingen. There are two little dips in the Dutch frontier which come down close to it, and it looks like a fairly good jumping-off place. I'm out of it, if we don't run against some of the smuggling21 lot there, and the best plan I can think of is to try and join up with some of them and get across in that way."
"Looks all right. If we can get there, that is."
"Needn't worry about that, young 'un. We can tramp it at night, at the worst; but we're not likely to be interfered22 with. We can always be going to a job just a few miles farther on. I always thought of Osnabrück as the place where we might have to start our tramp, and I've a road map. What we want at the moment is a place where we can rest for an hour or two."
We plodded23 on steadily24, avoiding the roads as much as possible, until we had left Osnabrück well in our rear, and then Nessa pointed25 to a cottage on the fringe of a wood, which appeared to be deserted26.
"Look sharp about it, boss, I'm getting a bit leggy and could do with a doss for an hour or two."
I reconnoitred the place cautiously from the back, where there was an untilled garden patch, and first made enough noise to rouse a dog, if there was one. All remained quiet; so I slipped along the garden and flashed my torch lamp through a broken pane28 of a back window. The room was quite bare, and I opened the window and went over the cottage.
It was deserted right enough. A four-roomed shanty29, dirty and dilapidated, but good enough for a shelter; so I fetched Nessa. "A rough shop, young 'un, but better than none."
"Better quarters than those English swine get in the concentration camps, I'll bet," she said as we went up the ricketty stairs to an upper room.
"Bare boards only. It's a good thing you can rough it."
"Nothing to what our brave fellows have to put up with at the front," she replied; and without more ado she lay down with the suit case as a pillow and was soon fast asleep.
I crept out of the room, lit a pipe, and strolled round the cottage trying to think out a definite plan of operations. The most practical question was that of supplies. There would not be any serious risk of trouble with the police even if we kept to the main roads; and this would both shorten the tramp and enable us to get food at out-of-the-way inns.
The one thing that offered difficulties was Nessa's disguise. She was overacting her part considerably30 and, what was much worse, involuntarily had dropped now and then into her own dear self. The boy business was a blunder. She must turn woman again. It would be much safer if she passed as my sister or even my wife, or perhaps both at turns, according to circumstances.
She would probably kick against it a bit, considering the trouble she had taken and the pride and pleasure she felt in the part. But safety must come first. There was another consideration. If we were stopped, I should be asked for my identification card; and the lack of it might mean trouble. As my wife she wouldn't need one. I must therefore be re-christened and become Hans Bulich.
Over a second pipe the prudence31 of the change became more obvious, and I regretted the hurry we had been in to get rid of her dress, realizing the difficulty of replacing it without rousing suspicion. We should come across plenty of places where such things could be bought; but for a man and a boy to buy such things were almost certain to lead to awkward questions, especially anywhere near the frontier.
It was broad daylight before I finished wrestling with these new problems, and, as it was better not to run a risk of being seen about the cottage, I went into a little shed belonging to it, propped32 myself in a corner and dozed33 off. I was tired and must have slept heavily, and was awakened34 by a kick and the angry shout of a man asking what the devil I meant by sleeping on his premises35. "Get up and be off with you, you lazy tramp," he said, when I rubbed my eyes and blinked at him.
"I'm not a tramp, guv'nor," I protested, getting up.
"Steady, man, steady. Keep your temper. I'm a mechanic on my way to a job in Osnabrück. My boy and I lost our way in the wood yonder and came here to ask the road. Finding the place empty, we decided to doss it till daylight. My mate's only a youngster and was regularly done up."
"You look dirty enough for a tramp anyhow," he growled37. "I'm pestered38 with them. Got any money on you?" A rough-and-ready test of his tramp theory.
"Hope so. More than enough to pay for this sort of bed. Times are pretty good with us chaps now;" and I pulled out a handful of money.
His surly look cleared. "I don't want any of it. What sort of a mechanic do you call yourself?"
"Motors and aeroplanes and that sort of thing."
"The devil you are!" he exclaimed, and, after a pause: "Care to earn a mark or two?"
"Don't mind if I do? How?"
"My motor's in the lane yonder, and something's gone wrong with it. Do you think you could patch it up?"
"I'll have a look at it for you. I'd better get what tools I have with me. They're with my lad."
He opened the front door of the cottage and I ran up to fetch Nessa, fastening her hair up tightly. I told her about the farmer, and found him waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs. He squinted39 so curiously40 at Nessa that I feared he suspected her sex.
"My name's Glocken," he said as we went to the car.
I didn't respond to the evident invitation. "Farmer are you?"
He nodded. "Got a couple. One here; the house is just over the hill yonder;" jerking a thumb in the direction; "and one out Lingen way."
"That's where we're padding it, ain't it, boss?" asked Nessa.
A nasty slip, but my fault, for I had not told her I had said I was going to Osnabrück. The farmer noticed it, of course. "Thought you spoke41 of a job at Osnabrück?" he said meaningly.
"Did I? Must have been half asleep, I suppose. It's Lingen we're bound for."
"No concern of mine. Here we are. Now let's see what you can do."
It was a curious composite; a cross between a touring car and a delivery van. The seats of the tonneau had been taken out to make room for goods, and there was a moveable arrangement for raising the sides at need. There were a few swedes and a tiny truss of hay in it, suggesting the use to which it was put; but there was something else which prompted very different thoughts.
"They've taken all my horses, so I have to fall back on this, to carry the fodder42 round," he said, noticing my curiosity.
I nodded and threw back the bonnet43 to find the trouble. It was a splendid engine, 40 h.p. but very dirty; and the dirt had caused the stoppage. Half an hour would put everything right; but I tinkered and fussed over it, as I wished to investigate what I had noticed in the tonneau.
The farmer watched me for a time; then talked to Nessa, who made great play with the Hans impersonation; and I found my chance. I was right. The farmer fed his cattle on very original diet; coffee, sugar, and cocoa seemed to be considerable ingredients, judging by the evidences I found under the swedes and hay. And his other farm was at Lingen! And Lingen was close to the Dutch frontier!
If circumstantial evidence went for anything, this meant that the chief use of the car was for smuggling, and that the agricultural produce was to pull the wool over the eyes of the curious.
I finished my work quickly, trying to see how to turn the knowledge to the best account. It looked like the chance of chances for us, for he might be the very man we wanted to find near the frontier.
"She'll do now, farmer," I called, and started the engine to prove it.
"You know your job, I see," he said, highly pleased, and gave me five marks, which I pocketed.
"She wants cleaning badly if you don't want to have her break down in running to and from that farm of yours at Lingen."
"No fear of that, is there?" he asked in concern.
"I wouldn't answer for her any time in the state she's in."
"Could you do the job for me?"
"Not now; but I may have a bit of spare time when I get to Lingen. I reckon you pack some weight into her at times, too. Groceries tot up, you know. Which is our road for Lingen?"
"What d'ye mean by groceries?"
I gave him a smile and a wink44. "No concern of mine, farmer. I never talk about other men's business."
"I'll come along the lane and show you a short cut," he said and went off. "What are you two after?"
"Grub," exclaimed Nessa promptly45. "Ain't had a bite since yesterday forenoon, 'cept some berries I picked to give my belly46 something to do." It was very naturally said, but a blunder, of course.
"Funny. You must have been off the track a lot," he said. "There's plenty of places everywhere. Which way did you come?"
"It's which way we've got to go, that matters now, farmer," said I.
"That's true, and here's the footpath. You strike me as the sort of man one could work with. Come and see me when you get to Lingen;" and he told me how to find the farm and offered his hand.
He let us get a few yards and then called me back. "It's no concern of mine, but that's a delicate youngster of yours; any one would more likely take him for a wench than a lad, when he's off guard. Anyhow, come and see me at Lingen;" and without waiting for my reply, he walked off.
"What did he want?" asked Nessa.
"Jack! He couldn't!" she protested indignantly.
"He did;" and I used the fact as a text to urge the change I had in my thoughts. She did kick at it, as was to be expected; but a little later we had a powerful practical proof of its necessity.
We turned into the first inn we came to for some breakfast, and I was talking to the woman of the house, a very kindly48-looking motherly person, about it when there was a commotion49 outside. I ran out to find Nessa being rough-handled by a man who was trying to snatch her cap off. A word or two stopped any mischief50, but it also drew the woman's attention very pointedly51 to Nessa.
"You can have your breakfast in my room, if you like," she said, and, when I thanked her, led the way to it, and closed the door and stood with her back to it. "You've taken your cap off, can't the lad do the same?" she asked very meaningly.
"Got a sore place on it, mum; 'fraid of a chill," said Nessa.
"I'm good at curing places of that sort, let me have a look at it."
"No, thank you, all the same, I don't take kindly to coddling," replied Nessa, colouring.
The woman smiled. "You do it very well, my girl, but I'm a woman myself and know my own sex," she replied drily. Then to me: "You're an honest man, I'll wager52, by your looks. Hadn't you better tell me what it means?"
"She's my wife," I said. "She's English and——"
"Glory be to God!" she interposed excitedly, in English, with a strong brogue. "If I didn't guess it the instant I clapped eyes on the both of ye!" and the tears welled in her eyes as she rushed to Nessa, took off the cap and kissed her. "Ah, ye poor Mavourneen, ye! And, saints alive, look at the lovely hair it is. And to think ye're from England, only I wish it was dear old Oireland, that I do! Whisht now, or Oi'll be making an ould fool of mysilf. We'd best just shpake in German. That I should live to see the day! And out in this divil of a hole of a place! It's making for the frontier ye are, of course! And it's glad that I am I can help ye, so I can. And it's breakfast ye want, is it? Sure I'll see to it; but I must dry my eyes first and get sober."
She kissed Nessa again and almost kissed me also in her joy, wiped her eyes, looked in the glass to see that all was right and bustled53 out to see about the breakfast.
"Something like a stroke of luck, this," I said; but Nessa was too cast down at her failure in the part to answer, so I looked out of the window to give her time to get over it.
She rose presently and I felt her hand on my shoulder. "I'm a failure, Jack," she said wistfully, struggling to smile at it.
"And thank Heaven for it, sweetheart."
"But even that brute54 of a farmer found me out. I wouldn't care so much if it had only been this good soul."
"She spotted me as English too," I reminded her.
"I know. You're trying to make it easier for me; but that man didn't spot you, the beast!" She smiled then at her own vehemence55. "Well, it's good-bye, Hans, I suppose," she said with a sigh.
"And good riddance, too."
"And yet you said I was doing it so well."
"And so you were, child, for the stage, but this is different."
"It's taken all the fun out of the picnic for me."
"What? To be my wife?"
She laughed and shook her head. "Well, there's one thing, you won't be the boss any longer."
"We'll see about that, young 'un."
"Don't, Jack. Don't ever dare to refer to this again or I'll—I'll—I don't know what I'll do!" she cried with a stamp of the foot. Then she caught sight of Han's cap. "It's that horrid56 thing that's the cause of it all;" and she picked it up and flung it from her.
That was the overt57 act of renunciation of the part; and as she turned to me I put my arm round her and kissed her.
"I thought there was to be no more 'anything else,'" she laughed.
"Mustn't a man kiss his own wife?" I cried.
"That hopes to be, Jack," she whispered.
And that was Hans' funeral ceremony.
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