"I reckon Black Tom"ll be hyeh in about two hours--mebbe he ain"t fer away now." The captain was startled.
"Lieutenant Skaggs," he called, sharply, "git yo" men out thar an" draw "em up in two rows!"
The face of the student of military tactics looked horrified. The captain in his excitement had relaxed into language that was distinctly agricultural, and, catching the look on his subordinate"s face, and at the same time the reason for it, he roared, indignantly:
"Air you afeer"d, sir? Git yo" men out, I said, an" march "em up thar in front of the Gap. Lieutenant Boggs, take ten men and march at double quick through the Gap, an" defend that poplar with yo" life"s blood. If you air overwhelmed by superior numbers, fall back, suh, step by step, until you air re-enforced by Lieutenant Skaggs. If you two air not able to hold the enemy in check, you may count on me an" the Army of the Callahan to grind _him_--" (How the captain, now thoroughly aroused to all the fine terms of war, did roll that technical "him" under his tongue)--"to grind him to pieces ag"in them towerin" rocks, and plunge him in the foilin" waters of Roarin" Fawk. Forward, suh--double quick."
Lieutenant Skaggs touched his cap. Lieutenant Boggs looked embarra.s.sed and strode nearer.
"Captain, whar am I goin" to git ten men to face them Kanetuckians?"
"Whar air they goin" to git a off"cer to lead "em, you"d better say,"
said the captain, severely, fearing that some of the soldiers had heard the question. "If you air afeer"d, suh"--and then he saw that no one had heard, and he winked--winked with most unmilitary familiarity.
"Air you a good climber, Lieutenant Boggs?" Lieutenant Boggs looked mystified, but he said he was.
"Lieutenant Boggs, I now give you the opportunity to show yo" profound knowledge of the ticktacks of war. You may now be guilty of disobedience of ordahs, and I will not have you court-martialled for the same. In other words, if, after a survey of the situation, you think best--why,"
the captain"s voice dropped to a hoa.r.s.e whisper, "pull that flag down, lieutenant Boggs, pull her down."
III
It was an hour by sun now. Lieutenant Boggs and his devoted band of ten were making their way slowly and watchfully up the mighty chasm--the lieutenant with his hand on his sword and his head bare, and bowed in thought. The Kentuckians were on their way--at that moment they might be riding full speed toward the mouth of Pigeon, where floated the flag.
They might gobble him and his command up when they emerged from the Gap.
Suppose they caught him up that tree. His command might escape, but _he_ would be up there, saving them the trouble of stringing him up. All they would have to do would be to send up after him a man with a rope, and let him drop. That was enough. Lieutenant Boggs called a halt and explained the real purpose of the expedition.
"We will wait here till dark," he said, "so them Kanetuckians can"t ketch us, whilst we are climbing that tree."
And so they waited opposite Bee Rock, which was making ready to blossom with purple rhododendrons. And the reserve back in the Gap, under Lieutenant Skaggs, waited. Waited, too, the Army of the Callahan at the mouth of the Gap, and waited restlessly Captain Wells at the door of his tent, and Flitter Bill on the stoop of his store--waited everybody but Tallow d.i.c.k, who, in the general confusion, was slipping through the rhododendrons along the bank of Roaring Fork, until he could climb the mountain-side and slip through the Gap high over the army"s head.
What could have happened?
When dusk was falling, Captain Wells dispatched a messenger to Lieutenant Skaggs and his reserve, and got an answer; Lieutenant Skaggs feared that Boggs had been captured without the firing of a single shot--but the flag was floating still. An hour later, Lieutenant Skaggs sent another message--he could not see the flag. Captain Wells answered, stoutly:
"Hold yo" own."
And so, as darkness fell, the Army of the Callahan waited in the strain of mortal expectancy as one man; and Flitter Bill waited, with his horse standing saddled in the barn, ready for swift flight. And, as darkness fell, Tallow d.i.c.k was cautiously picking his way alongside the steep wall of the Gap toward freedom, and picking it with stealthy caution, foot by foot; for up there, to this day, big loose rocks mount halfway to the jagged points of the black cliffs, and a careless step would have detached one and sent an avalanche of rumbling stones down to betray him. A single shot rang suddenly out far up through the Gap, and the startled negro sprang forward, slipped, and, with a low, frightened oath, lay still. Another shot followed, and another. Then a hoa.r.s.e murmur rose, loudened into thunder, and ended in a frightful--boom! One yell rang from the army"s throat:
"The Kentuckians! The Kentuckians! The wild, long-haired, terrible Kentuckians!"
Captain Wells sprang into the air.
"My G.o.d, they"ve got a cannon!"
Then there was a martial chorus--the crack of rifle, the hoa.r.s.e cough of horse-pistol, the roar of old muskets.
"Bing! Bang! Boom! Bing--bing! Bang--bang! Boom--boom!
Bing--bang--boom!"
Lieutenant Skaggs and his reserves heard the beat of running feet down the Gap.
"They"ve gobbled Boggs," he said, and the reserve rushed after him as he fled. The army heard the beat of their coming feet.
"They"ve gobbled Skaggs," the army said.
Then was there bedlam as the army fled--a crashing through bushes--a splashing into the river, the rumble of mule wagons, yells of terror, swift flying shapes through the pale moonlight. Flitter Bill heard the din as he stood by his barn door.
"They"ve gobbled the army," said Flitter Bill, and he, too, fled like a shadow down the valley.
Nature never explodes such wild and senseless energy as when she lets loose a mob in a panic. With the army, it was each man for himself and devil take the hindmost; and the flight of the army was like a flight from the very devil himself. Lieutenant Boggs, whose feet were the swiftest in the hills, outstripped his devoted band. Lieutenant Skaggs, being fat and slow, fell far behind his reserve, and dropped exhausted on a rock for a moment to get his breath. As he rose, panting, to resume flight, a figure bounded out of the darkness behind him, and he gathered it in silently and went with it to the ground, where both fought silently in the dust until they rolled into the moonlight and each looked the other in the face.
"That you, Jim Skaggs?"
"That you, Tom Boggs?"
Then the two lieutenants rose swiftly, but a third shape bounded into the road--a gigantic figure--Black Tom! With a startled yell they gathered him in--one by the waist, the other about the neck, and, for a moment, the terrible Kentuckian--it could be none other--swung the two clear of the ground, but the doughty lieutenants hung to him. Boggs trying to get his knife and Skaggs his pistol, and all went down in a heap.
"I surrender--I surrender!" It was the giant who spoke, and at the sound of his voice both men ceased to struggle, and, strange to say, no one of the three laughed.
"Lieutenant Boggs," said Captain Wells, thickly, "take yo" thumb out o"
my mouth. Lieutenant Skaggs, leggo my leg an" stop bitin" me."
"Sh--sh--sh--" said all three.
The faint swish of bushes as Lieutenant Boggs"s ten men scuttled into the brush behind them--the distant beat of the army"s feet getting fainter ahead of them, and then silence--dead, dead silence.
"Sh--sh--sh!"
With the red streaks of dawn Captain Mayhall Wells was pacing up and down in front of Flitter Bill"s store, a gaping crowd about him, and the shattered remnants of the army drawn up along Roaring Fork in the rear.
An hour later Flitter Bill rode calmly in.
"I stayed all night down the valley," said Flitter Bill. "Uncle Jim Richmond was sick. I hear you had some trouble last night, Captain Wells." The captain expanded his chest.
"Trouble!" he repeated, sarcastically. And then he told how a charging horde of daredevils had driven him from camp with overwhelming numbers and one piece of artillery; how he had rallied the army and fought them back, foot by foot, and put them to fearful rout; how the army had fallen back again just when the Kentuckians were running like sheep, and how he himself had stayed in the rear with Lieutenant Boggs and Lieutenant Skaggs, "to cover their retreat, suh," and how the purveyor, if he would just go up through the Gap, would doubtless find the cannon that the enemy had left behind in their flight. It was just while he was thus telling the tale for the twentieth time that two figures appeared over the brow of the hill and drew near--Hence Sturgill on horseback and Tallow d.i.c.k on foot.
"I ketched this n.i.g.g.e.r in my corn-fiel" this mornin"," said Hence, simply, and Flitter Bill glared, and without a word went for the blacksnake ox-whip that hung by the barn door.
For the twenty-first time Captain Wells started his tale again, and with every pause that he made for breath Hence cackled scorn.
"An", Hence Sturgill, ef you will jus" go up in the Gap you"ll find a cannon, captured, suh, by me an" the Army of the Callahan, an"--"
"Cannon!" Hence broke in. "Speak up, n.i.g.g.e.r!" And Tallow d.i.c.k spoke up--grinning:
"I done it!"
"What!" shouted Flitter Bill.
"I kicked a rock loose climbin" over Callahan"s Nose."