“No, thank you, uncle; my French is so bad,” said the boy, with his eyes sparkling. “But, my word, they must have been galloping hard to escape the rain! Look at those poor horses. They are breathed.”
Rodd had hardly spoken when they became fully aware that they had taken refuge in the entrance to the town barracks, for the notes of a bugle rang out, echoing round the inner square of the building, and seeming to be thrown back in a half-smothered way from wall to wall, while the wind and rain raged down more fiercely than ever.
“Something must be the matter,” said Rodd, with his lips close to his uncle’s ear.
“Seems like it, boy. That officer must have brought a dispatch.”
The object of the bugle was shown directly, for in spite of the rain the interior of the barracks began to assume the aspect of some huge wasps’ nest that had suddenly been disturbed.
Soldiers came hurrying out into the rain, hurriedly putting on their overcoats; the great arched gateway filled up at once with men seeking its shelter, and the sentry who had received his half-crown came to roughly order the English intruders to go elsewhere; but it was only outside militarism, for he said in a low hurried tone in French—
“Run outside to the end of the barracks. Grand café.”
“Come along, uncle. Never mind the rain,” cried Rodd, catching at his uncle’s wrist, as he fully grasped the sentry’s meaning; and stepping outside the archway they ran together, or rather, were half carried by the shrieking wind, for some thirty or forty yards, almost into the doorway of a large lit-up building, for already it seemed to be almost night.
“Never mind the rain, indeed!” grumbled Uncle Paul. “Why, I’m nearly soaked. Oh, come, we have got into civilised regions, at all events;” for a couple of waiters, seeing their plight, literally pounced upon them and hurried them through the building into a great kitchen where a huge fire was burning and the smell of cookery saluted their nostrils.
The attentions of the waiters of what was evidently one of the principal hotels of the town were very welcome, and a glance teaching them that their visitors were people of some standing, they made use of their napkins to remove as much of the superabundant moisture as was possible, and then furnished themselves with a fresh relay to operate upon their backs.