Ruth had tried to learn from men who had returned from the region where she had left Gerry Hull, what his fate might have been. She knew that he had been flying and fighting again, for she read in one of the bulletins which was being issued, that he had been cited in the orders of the day for Monday; but she learned nothing at all about him after that until the day after the announcement that all allied armies were to be under the supreme command of General Foch. It was Friday, eight days after that first Thursday morning of mist, and surprise, and catastrophe; and still the Germans fought their way forward; but for two days now the French had arrived, and were present in force from Noyon to Moreuil, and for two days the gap between the British and the French, which the German break-through had opened, had been closed.
Gerry upon that day was detailed with a squadron whose airdrome had been moved beyond Ribecourt; he had been flying daily, and had fought an engagement that morning, and after returning from his afternoon reconnaissance over Noyon he had been ordered to rest, as the situation was becoming sufficiently stabilized to end the long strain of his too constant flights. Accordingly, he left late in the afternoon for Compiègne to look for the field hospital where Agnes Ertyle would be at work. The original site of her tents had been far within the zone which the Germans had retaken; and Gerry had heard that she had done wonders during the moving of the wounded.
He found her on duty, as he knew she would be; she was a trifle thinner than before, perhaps; her cool, firm hand clasped his just a bit tensely; her calm, observant eyes were slightly brighter; but she was in complete control of herself, as she always was, quite unconfused—even when two nurses came at the same time for emergency directions—and quite efficient.
After a while she was able to give him a little time alone; and they sat in a tent and talked. Gerry had not seen her or heard from her since the beginning of the battle, and he found her almost overwhelmed with the completeness of the British defeat and the destruction of the Fifth Army. She herself knew and her father, who was dead, had been a close friend of the commanding officers who were held responsible for the disaster; and together with the shock of the defeat, went sympathy for them. They were being removed; and even the English commander-in-chief no longer had supreme command of his own men.
“It’s the greatest thing the allies have yet done—one command,” Gerry said. “We ought to have had it long ago; if we had, the Boche never would have done what they just have. When you had your own army and your own command, and the French had theirs, you each kept your own reserve; and, of course, Ludendorf knew it. Haig expected an attack upon his part of the front, so he had to keep his reserve to himself on his part of the line to be ready for it; the French looked for an attack on their sectors, so they kept their reserves to themselves; so wherever Ludendorf struck with all his reserves, he knew he’d meet only half of ours and that it would take five days—as it did—for the other half to come up. Now one commander-in-chief, like Foch, can stop all that.”
“I can believe it was necessary and, therefore, best,” Lady Agnes said. “Yet I can’t stop being sorry—not merely for our general officers, but for our men, too. Poor chaps who come to me; they’ve fought so finely for England; and now the Boche are boasting they’ve whipped them and beaten England. They everyone of them are so eager to get well, and go back, and have at them again, and rather show the Boche that they’ve not—rather show them that England will have them! Now we’ll not be under our own command; yet we’ll be fighting just the same for England; the Boche shall find that England will have them!”
“You’ll have them!” Gerry assured. “And far quicker than you could have before.”
Lady Agnes observed him, a little puzzled. “You used to say ‘we’ when you spoke of us,” she said gently.
Gerry flushed. “I was in your army then,” he replied.
“You’re fighting with us now—wonderfully, Gerry.”