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Billy Whiskers in France

<div class="figcenter"><ANTIMG src="images/cover.jpg" width-obs="40%" alt="" /></div> <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> <div class="figcenter"><ANTIMG src="images/i-f001.jpg" alt="" /></div> “I ran straight on, regardless of bombs dropping all around me.” (Page 124) <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> <div class="figcenter"><ANTIMG src="images/title.jpg" alt="" /></div> <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> <div class="titlepage"> <h1>BILLY WHISKERS IN FRANCE</h1> BY FRANCES TREGO MONTGOMERY AUTHOR OF “BILLY WHISKERS,” “BILLY WHISKERS’ KIDS,” “BILLY WHISKERS IN THE SOUTH,” “BILLY WHISKERS IN CAMP,” “ZIP, THE ADVENTURES OF A FRISKY FOX TERRIER,” ETC. <div class="figcenter"><ANTIMG src="images/titlelogo.jpg" alt="" /></div> Illustrated By FLORENCE WHITE WILLIAMS THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY CHICAGO AKRON, OHIO NEW YORK </div> <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> Copyright 1919, by The Saalfield Publishing Co. <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> <h2 class="nobreak">CONTENTS</h2></div> <table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="2" summary="table"> <tr><td class="tdr">CHAPTER</td><td>  </td><td class="tdr">PAGE</td></tr> <tr><td class="tdr">I</td><td> Billy Whiskers Grows Homesick</td><td class="tdr"> 7</td></tr> <tr><td class="tdr">II</td><td> Billy Unexpectedly Meets a Friend</td><td class="tdr"> 15</td></tr> <tr><td class="tdr">III</td><td> An Inopportune Sneeze</td><td class="tdr"> 23</td></tr> <tr><td class="tdr">IV</td><td> The General Recaptures Billy</td><td class="tdr"> 35</td></tr> <tr><td class="tdr">V</td><td> Billy Nearly Kills the Cook</td><td class="tdr"> 47</td></tr> <tr><td class="tdr">VI</td><td> Billy Relates Some of His Adventures</td><td class="tdr"> 59</td></tr> <tr><td class="tdr">VII</td><td> Button Frightens Two Nurses</td><td class="tdr"> 75</td></tr> <tr><td class="tdr">VIII</td><td> Billy Makes Plans to Leave France</td><td class="tdr"> 83</td></tr> <tr><td class="tdr">IX</td><td> Button Discovers Spies in the Haymow</td><td class="tdr"> 95</td></tr> <tr><td class="tdr">X</td><td> Button Makes the Farmer Fighting Mad</td><td class="tdr"> 109</td></tr> <tr><td class="tdr">XI</td><td> The Chums on a Canal Boat</td><td class="tdr"> 123</td></tr> <tr><td class="tdr">XII</td><td> Button has a Fight with a Wharf Rat</td><td class="tdr"> 135</td></tr> <tr><td class="tdr">XIII</td><td> A Dog Cemetery in Paris</td><td class="tdr"> 143</td></tr> <tr><td class="tdr">XIV</td><td> What the Chums Did in Paris</td><td class="tdr"> 153</td></tr> <tr><td class="tdr">XV</td><td> Blown Up by a Submarine</td><td class="tdr"> 165</td></tr> </table> <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> <h2 class="nobreak">ILLUSTRATIONS</h2></div> <table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="2" summary="table"> <tr><td>“I ran straight on, regardless of bombs dropping all around me”</td><td class="tdr"> Frontispiece</td></tr> <tr><td> </td><td class="tdr">PAGE</td></tr> <tr><td>Every man of them jumped as if shot</td><td class="tdr"> 30</td></tr> <tr><td>Billy gave one long, loud baa that resounded down the big, bare room </td><td class="tdr"> 66</td></tr> <tr><td>Away went Billy, jerking the cook around trees, over stumps and beehives</td><td class="tdr"> 92</td></tr> <tr><td>One thing Billy butted was a basket full of clothes</td><td class="tdr"> 118</td></tr> <tr><td>The first thing Billy knew, he was rolling over something soft that squealed like a stuck pig and that kicked like a calf </td><td class="tdr"> 148</td></tr> </table> <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> [7] Billy Whiskers in France <h2 class="nobreak">CHAPTER I BILLY WHISKERS GROWS HOMESICK</h2></div> <div> <ANTIMG class="drop-cap" src="images/i-p007.jpg" alt="" /></div> AS Billy Whiskers lay in an American camp somewhere over in France, he became very restless and soon had the blues from thinking of his dear Nannie so far away—away over in America, with that deep, deep, wide, blue ocean between them, infested not only with huge sea monsters belonging to the finny tribe, but also with death-dealing, quickly moving submarines and torpedo boats belonging to the German Kaiser. “I want dreadfully to go home! Still I hate to risk my life on any ship that sails the seas these days, for it may be blown sky high at any moment, or sunk to the nethermost depths of the ocean. There is no way to walk around, and I don’t suppose I could get any one to let me go with them in an airship. So here I must remain, or trust my life to some troop ship returning to America for more soldiers.[8] I just believe I will do it! I have lost all interest in the War over here since my master was wounded and was invalided home. Home! The very word makes me so homesick I can’t see for tears. Well, I’ll just fix this homesickness, so I will! I start for there this very minute. It is a good dark night and I think I can slip out of camp easily as they have not been watching me so closely since my master was sent away.” Suiting the action to the words, Billy jumped up, shook himself, took a long breath and said to himself, “Here’s luck to you, old fellow, on your long, long, perilous journey! And may you reach the other side and once more see your loving little wife Nannie and all your children and grandchildren!” Then he gave a flick of his tail and started on a brisk run for the least guarded entrance to the camp, to try to sneak through. “My, but it is lonesome traveling by myself!” he thought. “I do wish Stubby and Button were here to accompany me on this journey.” Billy was so busy thinking of his old friends Stubby, the little yellow dog with a stubby tail, and Button, the big black cat with blazing eyes like buttons, that he reached the entrance to the camp before he knew it, and he managed to slip out without being stopped, for there was a jam at the gate caused by many big ambulances going out and army trucks coming in. [9]“Humph!” said Billy to himself. “If I get over all my difficulties as easily as I got through that gate and past the guards, my journey will be a smooth and pleasant one.” He had been traveling some time when he heard some one say, “Hi, there, Billy Whiskers! What are you doing outside of camp? Looks to me as if you were trying to run away.” This from a driver of an ambulance who knew Billy was not to be allowed to escape from the camp. “Come here and I will give you a nice red apple.” “See anything green in my eye?” winked back Billy. “I know you! You would give me an apple with one hand and slip a rope around my neck with the other. Anyway, where’s your apple? I don’t see any!” “Here, Billy! Stop, I tell you, and come here! If you don’t like apples, here is a handful of salt,” and the soldier held his hand out as if he had it full of salt. But Billy was too keen for him. He had seen him close his hand over nothing before offering it to him. So he kept right on walking as if he had not heard the soldier. “Say, Bill, this is no joke! It is the General’s orders that you are not to escape, but to be made to stay in camp until we go home. You are too valuable a goat to allow the Germans to make you up into chops and roasts. Besides, when we get home we want to show the goat that stole Von Luxemburg’s maps and plans from under his very[10] nose, and also butted or hooked all his staff into a heap in the corner of his own little room. If you won’t come back for apples or salt or coaxing, very well! I’ll have to lasso you, or shoot you in one of your legs so you cannot run away,” and the soldier turned his back to look for a rope in the ambulance, as he preferred to lasso Billy rather than shoot him. He was an expert with the lasso, as he had come from a ranch away out in Montana to join the army, and was considered the best hand with the rope in all Montana. <div class="figleft"><ANTIMG src="images/i-p010.jpg" alt="" /></div> “Huh!” grunted Billy. “I must have run into Lasso Jake. If this is so, I better be getting a move on me and pushing my leg.” As luck would have it, right before Billy was a creek, with a temporary bridge across it. Down the bank beside the bridge plunged Billy, for he knew the bank was so high that the cowboy soldier could[11] not throw his lasso so as to catch him. Instead of trying to climb out the other side of the creek, Billy kept on in the middle of the swift-flowing stream, swimming against the current, though he could not make much progress against it. Presently he heard voices and turning his head he saw two soldiers standing on the bridge and one was swinging a lasso over his head. Billy waited to see no more, but ducked. And just as his head disappeared under the water, he heard the splash of the rope as it hit the surface of the water just where his head had been. “Good thing I ducked! If I hadn’t, they would now be pulling me to shore with a lasso around my neck. Gee, but that was a close call, and that cowboy soldier is some lasso thrower! I never saw his equal, even in a circus. I think he better get a flying machine and fly over the German line and watch his chance to rope the Kaiser or the Crown Prince, some of the Generals and other high monkey-monks.” And Billy laughed to himself at the spectacle of the Kaiser being made to walk into an American camp with a lasso around his neck. Billy forgot he could not open his mouth to laugh under water, and he began to choke so he had to stop swimming under water and come to the surface. Just as he did so, his eye caught sight of a soldier standing on the bank of the stream with a lasso hanging from his hand ready to throw the moment Billy’s head appeared above the surface of the water.[12] He was about to dive again when he heard a cry for help from the bridge. The soldier turned and ran to rescue a man who had fallen into the water, calling as he went down, “Save me! I can’t swim!” Billy crawled out of the stream and stood watching the soldier with the lasso trying to save his comrade. He was having a hard time for as the man went down he struck his head on a stone, which stunned him, and now he was being carried downstream by the swift current and knocked against the bowlders over which the water frothed. Try as he would, the cowboy soldier was put to it to catch up to him as the swift current bore his chum’s body ever and still ever ahead of him. But at last his comrade’s body caught between two rocks and was held there until the cowboy soldier overtook it. The cold water had revived the man, so that by the time his soldier chum reached him he was coming to his senses. Billy only waited to see that the man was alive and then he left them sitting in midstream, each on a big rock that raised its head above the water. He thought it wise to cut sticks for safety and ran into a thick woods he saw, which would serve to hide him from the soldiers should they cross the bridge and try to follow him. This, however, they did not do, knowing it would be useless to try to catch Billy when he had such a start. As soon as he could, Billy found his way out of the woods to the road he had left. After following it for some time he found it led out to the main highway to Paris. This road Billy knew he must[13] follow or he could never find his way back to the seacoast. Once in Paris, he knew he must pass through it and then keep straight on in a westerly direction until he came to the English Channel. Once there, he would follow the coast until he came to a port from which boats were sailing for America. Then he would watch his chance to steal aboard and sail for home. Billy was very good at directions and from the moment he had landed in France he had taken special pains to keep the points of the compass straight in his head, so that if he ever wanted to return home alone he would find his way. Now it proved what a wise old goat he was, for all he had to do was to travel by the sun and North Star in a northeasterly direction until he came to Paris and from there in a westerly until he reached the English Channel, from one of whose ports he had disembarked when he came to France. But it was discouraging to think how very far it was and what privations and hardships he would have to endure and overcome before he reached his destination. But Billy Whiskers was a regular old soldier by this time and well used to hardships and hard knocks of all kinds. So he only heaved a long sigh and then ran all the faster, knowing that every step he took brought him just that much nearer home and Nannie. “If I tried to count the steps I shall have to take before reaching home, it would be like counting the sands of the sea. I shan’t try, but just push on and I know I shall get there some day.” [14]“Bow-wow-wow!” barked a big Dane in his deep voice. “Bow! Wow! Wow!” came the short, sharp, snappy barks from a short-legged Scotch terrier as they bounded out of a gate beside the road, ready to pounce on Billy. They were followed by poodles, collies, St. Bernards, and all manner of dogs, both great and small. Billy thought he had never seen so many dogs of different breeds in one place in all his life. You see he had run into a dog hospital, and these were the convalescent dogs which were allowed to play together in the yard. <div class="figcenter"><ANTIMG src="images/i-p014.jpg" alt="" /></div> Not one of these dogs tried to bite Billy, and after they had given up trying to frighten him by barking in their fiercest way as if about to eat him alive, they quieted down and became as docile as lambs. <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> [15] <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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