The Judge bowed. "Now I recall John Cranceford, the soldier," said he.
"This is a great pity that has come upon us, Major," he added.
"Worse than that," the Major replied. "It is a curse. The first man who landed a slave in America ought to have been hanged."
"And what about the men who freed them?"
"They were American soldiers, sir, as brave a body of men as ever trod the face of the earth. Captain Batts, what are you trying to do there?"
"Thought I"d take a nap," old Gid answered. "You can wake me up when the fight begins--don"t want to miss it."
"If you go to sleep I will court-martial you, sir. Superintend the cutting of the loop-holes."
"All right, don"t believe I"m very sleepy anyway;" and as he shuffled away the Englishman turned to the Major and asked:
"And is he game, sir?"
"As a lion," the Major answered.
"But he blows, you know," said the Englishman.
"And so does a lion roar, sir," the Major rejoined.
The Major inspected the other posts, to the right and left of the square, and then took active command of the lower floor of the court-house; and when the holes had been cut Gid was told to command the floor above. Tom Cranceford was ordered to serve on the floor above. At this he began to grumble, pouting that he couldn"t be in the rush if one should come; but the Major stormed at him. "It is more dangerous up there if that"s what you want, and I"ll be with you now and then to see that you are kept busy. March this instant or I"ll drive you to home duty under Wash Sanders."
From the windows and the loop-holes guns could be seen bristling everywhere, and the minutes that pa.s.sed were slow and weary with waiting. Directly across from the court-house was a broad and low brick store house, with but a single window above, facing the square; and the Major looking at it for a time, turned to the old clerk and said: "That building is the strongest one in town, but no men appear to be posted in it. Why so?"
"The rear wall is torn out and the men would be unprotected from behind," the clerk answered. "The wall was pulled down about a month ago. Evans was going to have the house built deeper into the lot so he could use it as a cotton shed, but hasn"t."
"Bad that it was left that way. How long since the last scout came in?"
"About an hour and a half."
"And where was the enemy then?"
"In the neighborhood of Gum Springs."
"That"s bad. The militia won"t have time to get here."
The Major went above, where he found Gid"s men posted at the windows and the loop-holes. "How is everything?" he asked.
"Lovely, John."
"Don"t call me John."
"All is well, Major."
"Good." And after a time he added: "The south road is so crooked that we don"t command it very far, therefore look sharp. Back to your post!" he stormed as Perdue looked up from his loop-hole. "This is no time for idleness."
"I wonder what time we eat," said Gid.
"You may never eat another bite," the Major answered.
"Then I don"t reckon there"s any use to worry about it, John, or Major, I mean."
The Major returned to the floor below. "This is getting to be quite a lark," said the Englishman. "It"s beastly cruel to fight, but after all it is rather jolly, you know."
"I"m glad you think so, sir; I can"t," the Major replied. "I regard it as one of the worst calamities that ever befell this country."
"Do you think there will be much pillage by the blacks--much burning of houses?"
"Possibly, but to sustain their cause their commander will hold them in some sort of check. He is looking out for the opinion of labor unions, the scoundrel. He is too sharp to give his war a political cast."
"Ah, but to butcher is a beastly way to look after good opinion. What"s that?" the Englishman cried.
From afar, through the stillness that lay along the south road, came the popping of rifles; and then all was still. Then came the sounds of hoofs, and then a riderless horse dashed across the square.
"Steady, men, they are upon us!" the Major shouted, and then all again was still. From the windows nothing could be seen down the road, and yet the advance guard must be near, for a gun was fired much closer than before. Now upon the square a rider dashed, and waving his hat he cried: "They are coming through the fields!" He dismounted, struck his horse with his hat to drive him out of danger and ran into the court-house. The Major met him. "They will be here in no time," the man said. "But how they got so close without my seeing them is a mystery to me. But of course I expected to see them in the road and didn"t look for them in the fields. And that ain"t all. They"ve got a cannon."
"What!" the Major exclaimed, and the men at the loop-holes looked back at him.
"Yes," the scout went on, "and I know all about it. Just before the war ended an enormous gun was spiked, dismantled and thrown into a well way down on the d.i.n.kler place. It was got out a good while afterward and the spike drilled out, and since then it has been used for a Christmas gun.
Well, they"ve got that thing on an ox wagon, but they"ve got no way to fire it for----"
The guns to the right and left of the square blurted out, then came a roar and a yell, and in an instant the opposite side of the square was black with negroes pouring out from behind the low brick building. With a howl and a rush they came, but from three sides volley after volley was poured into them, the white men using their shot guns. The effect was terrible, and soon the square was cleared of all but the dead and the wounded. A cessation fell, and Mayo"s voice could be heard, shouting at his men. He saw that to attempt to take the house by storm was certain death, so to comparative safety behind the house and into a deep-cut road a little farther back he withdrew his men. He had not expected so early to find such opposition, and his aim was to crush with the senseless weight of force, but the shot-guns were too deadly. Now he was cool and cautious. The fire from the whites was straggling. Suddenly out from behind the brick building rushed three black giants, torches in hand, making desperately for the court-house. It was indeed a forlorn hope, for one by one they fell, the last, so death-defying was he, that he fell upon the steps and his torch flew from his hand into the hallway and crackled on the floor. A man reached out to grasp it, but a shattered arm was drawn back. "Not you, Major!" cried old Parker.
Outward he leaned, grabbing at the torch, but Mayo"s guns swept the hall. And when they drew the old man back, he brought the snapping pine, but left his life. They laid him out upon the floor, stood for a moment sadly to view him; and through a hole a bullet zipped and beside him fell a neighbor.
"Back to your places!" the Major commanded. Now the guns on the opposite side of the square were silent. "They are lying low and our men can"t reach them," said the Major. "What are they up to now? Preparing for another charge?"
"Worse than that," said the man who had seen them in the fields. "They have hoisted that cannon up into the brick building and are going to poke it through the window. See there! See that big log up-ended? That"s to brace it. From where I lay I saw them just now breaking up an old stove out in the lot and they are going to load with the fragments. I killed two of them, but they got the stove away. Listen, don"t you hear them pounding it up?"
"And this house will afford no more protection that so much paper," said the Major, speaking low. "We have badly planned our defense. We are ill protected from bullets, and a cannon will blow us into the air." And then, moving from one to another, he looked through the loop-holes.
"Train every gun on that window," he commanded, "and shoot if a finger is seen." Up the stairs he bounded. Old Gid was walking up and down the room, softly whistling. "Pretty peppery, Major," he said, pointing to three bodies stretched upon the floor.
"Yes," the Major replied, "and it will be worse. We are doomed."
"How so? Keep on rushing till they wear us out? I reckon not. It would take five thousand men. G.o.d, but look at them lying out there. They were desperate, but they are toned down."
"They"ve got a cannon loaded with the fragments of a stove and will fire it from that window," said the Major.
Gid whistled and resumed his walk. The firing about the square was slow and steady. From across the way there came no gun shot. "Got a cannon, eh?" old Gid mused. "I wondered why they were so still," and then to the Major he said: "They"ll sh.e.l.l us out and mow us down at their leisure.
Who built this infernal court-house?"
"I don"t remember," the Major answered, "but he ought to be in here now.
Train your guns on that window."
The Major went below. Just as he reached the bottom of the stairway he leaped forward with a cry. He saw Jim Taylor jump from a window out upon the square. The Major ran to a loop-hole, pushed a man aside and looked out. And now there was a belching of guns on the other side. Jim Taylor caught up a child in his arms, and with bullets pecking up the dirt about him and zipping against the wall, he dodged behind a corner of the house. Then he ran across the protected side of the square. Near by, in the door of a warehouse, a woman stood, shrieking. When she saw the giant with her little boy in his arms she ran out to meet him, breaking loose from the hands that strove to hold her, and s.n.a.t.c.hing the little fellow, she cried: "G.o.d bless you for this. I have so many little ones to see to that he got out and went to look for his grandpa Parker. G.o.d bless you, sir."
The giant had seen old Parker lying dead on the floor, but he said nothing; he turned about, and entering the court-house from the protected side, was soon at his post. The Major stormed at him. "You"ve lost all your sense," he cried. "You are a bull-calf, sir. Now see that you don"t leave your post again. Did they hit you?" he anxiously asked.