"Well, uncle, is there any chance for a hungry man to get any thing to eat in here?"
"Plenty ob it, ma.s.sa," answered the negro. "Go right in de house."
The fugitives, far from suspecting any treachery, were about to comply; but Frank, who was in advance, had scarcely put his foot on the threshold, when two rebel soldiers sprang out of the cabin, and one of them, seizing him by the collar, flourished a huge bowie-knife above his head and demanded his surrender. So sudden was the a.s.sault that Frank, for a moment, was deprived of all power of action. But not so with the mate, who, retaining his presence of mind, swung his club about him with a dexterity truly surprising, and brought it down with all the force of his st.u.r.dy arms upon the head of the rebel, who, instantly releasing his hold, sank to the ground with a low groan. But before he could repeat the blow, three more soldiers sprang from the cabin, and, in spite of their struggles, overpowered them; not, however, until the mate had been stunned by a blow from the b.u.t.t of a pistol.
"Wal, I"ll be dog-gone!" exclaimed one of the rebels, "but this is a lucky haul of Yankees. Tom, get some water and throw it into the captain"s face," pointing to their prostrate companion, "an" fetch him to. The rest of you, get some ropes an" tie these fellers" hands behind them."
While the men were executing these orders, Frank had time to scan the countenances of his captors. They evidently did not belong to the Wild-cats, for, although that regiment was composed of most ferocious-looking men, they appeared like gentlemen compared with those in whose power he now found himself. These were a dirty, ragged, blood-thirsty looking set of men, and, unless their countenances belied them, they were capable of any atrocity.
Presently, the men who had gone into the cabin returned with some pieces of cord, with which they proceeded to confine the hands of their prisoners, who offered no resistance. By the time this was accomplished, the man whom the mate had handled so roughly had been restored to consciousness, and supported himself against the cabin to collect his thoughts, while the others stood silently by, as if awaiting his orders.
"Get every thing ready," he said, at length, "and let the job be done at once. It needs no judge or jury to decide the fate of these men, knowing, as we do, what has befallen those of our number who were so unfortunate as to fall into the hands of the Federals."
The rebels, in obedience to the order, brought out of the cabin two pieces of rope, which they took to a tree that stood close by, and, coiling them up in their hands, threw one end over a limb that stretched out about six feet from the ground, and fastened them there.
"Douse my top-lights," exclaimed the mate, as he witnessed these proceedings, "but it is all up with us, sir. They"re going to swing us to the yard-arm."
The horrid truth was too apparent, and Frank was so completely unnerved that he was compelled to lean against the cabin for support. He was soon aroused by the voice of the leader of the rebels, who said:
"This is to be done in retaliation for an order issued by Admiral Porter, stating that he would hang all "guerrillas," as he termed them, who might be caught firing into transports along the river. You can see the effect of that order right here. Out of a company of a hundred of us who entered the army at the commencement of the war, you see all that are left. The remainder have been killed or captured by you gun-boat men. Those captured have suffered the penalty of that order. They were no more guerrillas, however, than you are, but were regularly sworn into the service, and were detailed to hara.s.s the enemy in every possible manner; and, for obeying our orders, some of us have been strung up like dogs. We shall continue to retaliate on you until our government receives notice that the order has been countermanded. I will give you an hour, and at the end of that time you must swing."
"If you must execute us," said Frank, in a husky voice, "why not let us die like men, and not like criminals?"
"My men would have preferred to be shot," said the rebel, "but were not allowed the privilege of choosing." So saying, the captain turned on his heel and walked away, while Frank seated himself on the threshold of the cabin, and repeated his sentence with a calmness that made him think his senses were leaving him. Could it be possible that he had heard aright, and that he was in reality a condemned man? When he had entered the service, the thought that he should be killed had never once occurred to him. He had fully and confidently expected that he would be permitted to live to see the end of the war, and to return home to enjoy the society of his friends once more. Could it be possible, then, that, after indulging in such bright antic.i.p.ations, he must end his life in that desolate place, away from home and friends, in so terrible a manner? He could not convince himself that it was a reality. But there was the tree, with the ropes, and the fatal noose at the end, dangling from the limb; and there were those blood-thirsty looking men lounging in the shade, and only waiting until the hour granted by their leader should expire to begin their horrid work. O, the agony of that moment, when he could look forward and count the very seconds he had to live! An hour!
How often and how lightly had he spoken of it! For an hour in the life of one moving about at freedom in the world, not knowing when death will come, and, as is too often the case, scarcely giving the matter a moment"s thought, is a s.p.a.ce of time of very little importance; is carelessly spoken of, and, when pa.s.sed, no notice is taken of its flight. But an hour to a person condemned to die, who has heard his sentence, and who is bound, and watched over by armed men, that he may not escape from that sentence; who is in the full possession of all his faculties; who can look abroad upon the beauties of nature, and feel the soft breeze of heaven fanning his cheek, but who knows that, at the end of that time, he will be deprived of all these faculties; that his life will be suddenly and terribly terminated--in the case of such a person, who can describe the thoughts that "make up the sum of his heart"s fevered existence?"
It seemed to Frank that scarcely five minutes of the allotted time had pa.s.sed, when the leader of the guerrillas arose from the ground where he had been sitting. The signal was understood by his men, two of whom approached the prisoners, and conducted them toward the scaffold. The mate had been encouraged by the example set him by his officer, and both walked with firm steps; their faces, although pale as death itself, being as expressionless as marble, and bearing not the slightest trace of the struggle that was going on within them. Without the least hesitation they took their stand on a log under the tree, and the fatal ropes were adjusted. Their farewells had been said, and the leader of the rebels had made a signal for the log to be removed from under their feet, when suddenly there was a sound of approaching hors.e.m.e.n, and the next moment a party of the Wild-cats galloped up, headed by Colonel Harrison and Lieutenant Somers. A few harshly-spoken orders rung in Frank"s ears; he saw the leader of the guerrillas fall, pierced by a dozen bullets, and then all was blank to him.
Let us now return to the Wild-cats, whom Frank and the mate had so unceremoniously deserted.
The escape was not discovered until morning, when the orderly sergeant went to the cabin to call them. It was scarcely daylight, and quite dark inside of the cabin, and as the sergeant opened the door, he vociferated:
"Come, Yanks! get out of this and get your grub!"
The echo of his own voice was the only reply he received. After waiting a moment, he repeated the summons in a louder tone, and still received no answer.
"I"ll be dog-gone if them ar Yanks don"t sleep at the rate of more"n forty miles an hour," said the sergeant to himself, as he entered the cabin and commenced feeling around in the dark to find his prisoners.
"Come now, Yanks!" he exclaimed, "none of your tricks. I know you heered me. Get up, I say, and get your grub, for it is high time we were movin"."
Still no answer. The rebel finally threw open the window-shutter, and by the straggling rays of light that came in, he found, to his utter amazement, that his prisoners were gone. With one bound he reached the open air, and without paying any attention to the inquiries of the guard as to what was the cause of his strange behavior, he started for the house, where he hurriedly asked for the colonel.
"What"s the matter now, sergeant?" inquired that gentleman, appearing at the door with his boots in his hand.
"The prisoners, sir," began the sergeant----
"Well, what"s the trouble with them?" asked the colonel, who was very far from guessing the facts of the case. "Won"t the lazy Yankees get up?
Punch "em with your bayonet a little if they get unruly; that will put life into them, and keep them civil at the same time."
"I could manage them easy enough, sir, if they were here," answered the sergeant; "but, sir, they"----
"If they were _here_," repeated the colonel, who now began to suspect the truth. "If they were here! Have you allowed them to escape?"
"No, sir, we didn"t _let_ them; they went without asking us!"
"A plague on you lazy scoundrels," shouted the colonel, in a rage. "Let loose that blood-hound at once, and pursue them. No; stop! Tell the officer of the day that I want to see him."
The sergeant started off to execute the order; and the colonel, after pulling on his boots, entered the house, where Lieutenant Somers and the people of the plantation were a.s.sembled, awaiting breakfast.
"What"s the matter, colonel?" inquired the lieutenant. "Any thing wrong?"
"Don"t bother me with your foolish questions now," replied the colonel roughly, pacing up and down the floor with angry strides. "It"s enough to upset any one"s patience. That little Yankee has escaped again."
"Escaped!" repeated all in the room, holding up their hands in astonishment.
"Yes; escaped--gone--mizzled--cleared out," said the colonel, frantically flourishing his arms above his head; "and unless I catch him, which I don"t expect to do, I"m short a captain, for he was to have been exchanged for one of my officers."
At this moment the officer of the day entered, and the colonel, turning to him, continued:
"That rascally little Yankee has escaped again. I thought I had him safe this time, but he has succeeded in giving me the slip when I least expected it. That sailor that we captured with him has gone too. Send a squad in pursuit of them at once. Use the blood-hound, but hold him in the leash, and don"t injure either of the prisoners if you can avoid it."
The officer bowed, and left the room; and the colonel, after giving orders that the case should be investigated, in order to see who was to blame in allowing the prisoners to escape, mounted his horse, and, accompanied by Lieutenant Somers, set out in pursuit of the squad, which had already started and was following the trail of the fugitives, led by a large blood-hound, which was kept in check by a chain held by one of the men. In a couple of hours they arrived at the place where Frank and the mate had been fired upon by the steamer, and here the trail was lost. After several hours spent in unavailing search, the squad separated, and, for two days, scoured the country every-where, looking in vain for traces of the fugitives.
At the end of that time, the colonel, completely disheartened, collected his forces, and was returning to the plantation, when they were met by a negro, in a great state of excitement, who anxiously inquired for the commanding officer.
"Get away from me, boy," shouted the colonel, impatiently, "and don"t bother me now."
"But, sar," persisted the negro, "Ma.s.sa Thorne done kotched two white gemman, an" be gwine to kill "em, sh.o.r.e."
"Bill Thorne in this part of the country again!" said the colonel. "He"d better keep clear of me. He and his pack of horse-thieves are more injury to us than a Yankee gun-boat;" and the colonel, without waiting to hear any more, put spurs to his horse, and galloped off.
"These two white men he caught," said Lieutenant Somers, "what were they? Yankees?"
The negro replied in the affirmative, and then proceeded to give a full and complete description of the prisoners, so that the lieutenant knew in a moment that they were Frank and the mate. After questioning him as to the locality where the execution was to take place, he galloped down the road, and soon overtook the colonel, to whom he related the circ.u.mstance. The latter at once ordered part of his men to follow him, (directing the others to keep on the trail, so that, in case the negro was misleading them, no time would be lost.) As we have seen, he arrived just in time to save his prisoners; one moment more, and he would have been too late.
The guerrillas were so completely surprised at the approach of the cavalry, and so dismayed at the death of their leader, that they did not think of retreat until it was too late. The Wild-cats had surrounded them, and the sight of half a dozen revolvers leveled at their heads caused them to throw down their weapons and cry for quarter.
CHAPTER VIII.
Taking Down the Captain.
When Frank"s consciousness returned, he found himself lying on the floor of the cabin, where the fight had taken place which resulted in his capture by the guerrillas, his head supported by a dirty blanket, rolled up to serve as a pillow, and the mate sitting on a three-legged chair beside him. Through the open door could be seen a squad of the Wild-cats, lounging under the shade of the trees.
Slowly the recollection of the scenes through which he had pa.s.sed, the sentence he had heard p.r.o.nounced, the preparations he had seen made for his execution, came to his mind, and he instinctively put his hand to his throat, as if expecting to find it encircled by the fatal rope.