Page 85 - A Hero of Liége

their easy victory in 1870 has possibly produced what you call swelled
head. Anyhow, the most perfect machine may be dislocated by a little grit,

and Liege, we hope, will be the little grit for the occasion. Now we had
better get some lunch; then we'll fly north. I'll report myself to my

commandant, and ask for leave to carry you to Ostend."

They walked away to the rear of the lines, towards a cottage on which the

canteen flag was flying. Before they reached it they met a general officer on
horseback, cantering along accompanied by an aide-de-camp. Pariset

saluted, the officers touched their hats and passed.

"General Leman, commanding the forts," said Pariset.

"He looked just like an Englishman," Kenneth replied.

Pariset smiled, and was beginning a chaffing remark when he was hailed
from behind. Turning, he saw that the officers had reined up, and turned

their horses' flanks towards him. He hurried back, Kenneth taking a step or
two in the same direction.

"Lieutenant Pariset, I understand?" he heard the general say. "I compliment
you on your little exploit. You did very well; thank you!"

Pariset murmured something, saluted again, and the officers rode off.

"He didn't give me time to tell him about you," said Pariset, rejoining his
friend. "He is evidently in a hurry to get back to Fort Loncin."

"It doesn't matter about me," said Kenneth. "How did he know about it at

all?"

"He must have got the news by telegram or wireless from Charleroi. But

really it was your doing, you know. I must make that clear."

"Don't talk rubbish! I only gave you the information. I liked the look of
him. What keen eyes he has!"