"Don"t waste time with me," he managed to say.
"Then-will you lie very still and not move?"
"Yes; only don"t let the horse step on me."
She drew her little note-book and pencil from the pocket of her gown and gently lowered her head until one ear was close to his lips.
"What is your name and regiment?"
His voice became suddenly clear.
"John Ca.s.son-Egerton"s Dragoons... . Mrs. Henry Ca.s.son, Islip, Long Island. My mother is a widow; I don"t-think she-can-stand--"
Then he died-went out abruptly into eternity.
Beside him, in the gra.s.s, lay a zouave watching everything with great hollow eyes. His body was only a ma.s.s of b.l.o.o.d.y rags; he had been shot all to pieces, yet the bleeding heap was breathing, and the big sunken eyes patiently watched Ailsa"s canteen until she encountered his unwinking gaze. But the first swallow he took killed him, horribly; and Ailsa, her arms drenched with blood, shrank back and crouched shuddering under the roots of a shattered tree, her consciousness almost deserting her in the roaring and jarring and splintering around her. She saw more stretcher bearers in the smoke, stooping, edging their way-unarmed heroes of many a field who fell unnoted, died unrecorded on the rolls of glory.
A lieutenant of artillery, powder-blackened, but jaunty, called down to her from the bank above:
"Look out, little lady. We"re going to try to limber up, and we don"t want to drop six horses and a perfectly good gun on top of you!"
Somebody seized her arm and dragged her across the leaves; and she struggled to her knees, to her feet, turned, and started to run.
"This way," said Berkley"s voice in her ear; and his hand closed on hers.
"Phil-help me-I don"t know where I am!"
"I do. Run this way, under the crest of the hill... . Dr. Connor told me that you had climbed up here. This isn"t your place! Are you stark mad?"
They ran on westward, panting, sheltered by the gra.s.sy crest behind which soldiers lay firing over the top of the gra.s.s-long lines of them, belly flattened to the slope, dusty blue trousers. .h.i.tched up showing naked ankles and big feet pendant. Behind them, swords drawn, stood or walked their officers, quietly encouraging them or coolly turning to look at Ailsa and Berkley as they hurried past.
In a vast tobacco field to their left, just beyond a wide cleft in the hills, a brigade of cavalry was continually changing station to avoid sh.e.l.l fire. The swallow-tailed national flags, the yellow guidons with their crossed sabres, the blue State colours, streamed above their shifting squadrons as they trotted hither and thither with the leisurely precision of a peaceful field day; but here and there from the trampled earth some fallen horse raised its head in agony; here and there the plain was dotted with dark heaps that never stirred.
The wailing flight of bullets streamed steadily overhead, but, as they descended, the whistling, rushing sound grew higher and fainter. They could see, on the plain where the cavalry was manoeuvring, the sh.e.l.ls bursting in fountains of dirt, the ominous shrapnel cloud floating daintily above.
Far away through the gra.s.sy cleft, on wooded hillsides, delicately blue, they could see the puff of white smoke shoot out from among the trees where the Confederate batteries were planted, then hear the noise of the coming sh.e.l.l rushing nearer, quavering, whistling into a long-drawn howl as it raced through the gray clouds overhead.
While he guided her among the cedars at the base of the hill, one arm around her body to sustain her, he quietly but seriously berated her for her excursion to the firing line, telling her there was no need of it, no occasion for anybody except the bearers there; that Dr. Connor was furious at her and had said aloud that she had little common-sense.
Ailsa coloured painfully, but there was little spirit left in her, and she walked thankfully and humbly along beside him, resting her cheek, against his shoulder.
"Don"t scold me; I really feel half sick, Phil... . From where did you come?" she added timidly.
"From the foot bridge. They wanted a guard set there. I found half a dozen wounded men who could handle a musket. Lord, but the rebels came close to us that time! When we heard those bullets they were charging the entire line of our works. I understand that we"ve driven them all along the line. It must be so, judging from the sound of the firing."
"Did our hospital burn?"
"Only part of one wing. They"re beginning to move back the wounded already... . Now, dear, will you please remain with your superiors and obey orders?" he added as they came out along the banks of the little stream and saw the endless procession of stretchers recrossing the foot bridge to the left.
"Yes... . I didn"t know. I saw part of a battery blown up; and a soldier stood on the hill and shouted for stretchers. There was n.o.body else to start them off, so I did it."
He nodded. "Wait here, dear. I will run over and ask Dr. Connor whether they have moved Colonel Arran--"
"Colonel Arran! Oh, Philip! I forgot to tell you-" She clutched his arm in her excitement, and he halted, alarmed.
"Has anything happened to him?" he demanded.
"He asked for you."
"Is he worse?"
"I fear so."
"Dying?"
"Phil-I am afraid so. He-he-thinks that you are his son!"
"W-what are you saying!" he stammered: "What are you trying to tell me, Ailsa?"
"Phil-my darling!-don"t look that way!" she exclaimed, frightened.
"What way?" He laughed as though crazed. "Where is he? Do you know? I want to see him. You better let me see him."
"I"ll go with you, Phil; I"ll be close beside you. You mustn"t become so terribly excited; I didn"t know what I was saying; I think he is delirious--"
"Where is he? I can"t endure this much longer," he kept repeating in a vacant way as they forced a path among the litters and ambulances, and came out through the smoke blowing from a pile of debris that lay where the east wing of the seminary had once stood. Charred and battered, every window smashed, and the blackened rafters of the roof still smouldering, the east wing rose before them, surrounded by the wounded.
A surgeon told them that Colonel Arran had been carried out of the barn, but to what place he did not know. Letty with Dr. Benton pa.s.sed them by the stables, but they knew only that Colonel Arran, lying on a litter, had been placed in an ambulance which had started for Azalea Court House.
This was confirmed by Dr. Connor, who came hurrying by and who halted to scowl heartily at Ailsa.
"No more of that!" he said roughly. "When I want a nurse on the firing line I"ll detail her. I"ve sent two hundred invalids to the landing, and I wanted you to go with them and when I looked around for you I saw you kiting for the line of battle! That"s all wrong, Mrs. Paige! That"s all wrong! You look sick anyway. Are you?"
"No. I"ll go now, if you"ll let me, Dr. Connor."
"How are you going to get there? I haven"t another ambulance to send-not a horse or a mule--"
"I-I"ll walk," she said with a sob in her throat. "I am fearfully sorry-and ashamed--"
"There, there," muttered Dr. Connor, "I didn"t mean all I said. It was a brave thing to do-not that your pluck mitigates the offence! Be a little more considerate; think a little faster; don"t take to your legs on the first impulse. Some fool told me you"d been killed-and that made-made me-most d.a.m.nably angry!" he burst out with a roar to cover the emotion working at his mouth and eyes.
He seized Ailsa"s hand and shook it vigorously.
"Excuse my profanity. I can"t avoid it when I think of you-dead! There, there. I"m an old fool and you"re a-younger one. See if you can find somebody to take you to Azalea. I want that batch of invalids carefully watched. Besides, there"s a furlough there for you. Don"t say one word! You"re not well, I tell you. I had to send those invalids back; the place here is atrociously crowded. Try to find some way of getting to the landing. And take care of your pretty little self for G.o.d"s sake!"
She promised, shook hands with him again, disengaged herself from the crowd around her, turned about to search for Berkley, and caught sight of him near the stables, saddling his horse. He buckled the last strap as she came up; turned a blank gaze on her, and did not appear to comprehend her question for a moment. Then, nodding in a dazed way, he lifted her to the saddle in front, swung up behind her, pa.s.sed one arm around her waist, gathered bridle, and edged his way carefully through the crowd out into the road.
The 3rd Zouaves in heavy marching order filled the road with their scarlet column, moving steadily southward; and Ailsa, from her perch on the saddle, called to Colonel Craig and Major Lent, stretching out her hot little hand to them as she pa.s.sed.