"No, no; don"t do that. You ought to care too much for us to do that.
Nothing would give me pleasure that brought danger to you. If I could only know that you reached your friends in safety!"
"I"ll find a way of letting you know if I can."
"Well, then, good-by. It"s strange, but you seem like an old, old friend. Oh, I know Henry will like you, and that you will like him.
Next to mamma"s, your ring shall be my dearest treasure. I shall look at it every night and think I have added one more chance of Henry"s safety. Oh, I could worship the man who saved his life."
"And any man might worship you. Good-by, Pearl;" and he kissed her hand again and again, then lifted her on her pony with a tenderness that was almost an embrace, and she rode slowly to the door of a little log cabin, while Graham remained concealed in the shadow of the woods until it was made certain that no one was in the vicinity except Jehu and his family.
The old man was soon aroused, and his e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns and exclamations were innumerable.
"No, missy, dars no un been roun" heah for right smart days. It"s all safe, an" Jehu an" his ole ooman knows how ter keep mum when Mas"r Anderson says mum; an" so does my peart boy Huey"--who, named for his father, was thus distinguished from him. "An" de hossifer is a Link.u.m man? Sho, sho! who"d a tink it, and his own son a "Federate! Well, well, Mas"r Anderson isn"t low-down white trash. If he thought a ting was right I reckon de hull worl" couldn"t make him cut up any white-trash didoes."
When Rita explained further the old negro replied with alacrity: "Ob cose Jehu will took you home safe, an" proud he"ll be ter go wid you, honey. You"se a mighty peart little gal, an" does youse blood an"
broughten up jestice. Mighty few would dar" ride five mile troo de lonesome woods wid a strange hossifer, if he be a Link.u.m man. He mus"
be sumpen like Link.u.m hisself. Yes, if you bain"t afeared ter show him de way, Huey needn"t be;" and the boy, who was now wide awake, said he"d "like notten better dan showin" a Link.u.m man troo de woods."
Graham was summoned, and in a few moments all was arranged.
He then drew the old man aside and said, "You good, faithful old soul, take care of that girl as the apple of your eye, for she has only one equal in the world. Here is one hundred dollars. That will pay for a good many chickens and vegetables, won"t it?"
"Lor" bless you, mas"r, dey ain"t chickens nuff in Ole Virginny to brought hundred dollars."
"Well, I"ll tell you what I"m afraid of. This region may be wasted by war, like so many others. You may not be troubled in this out-of-the-way place. If Mr. Anderson"s family is ever in need, you are now paid to supply them with all that you can furnish."
""Deed I is, mas"r, double paid."
"Be faithful to them and you shall have more "Link.u.m money," as you call it. Keep it, for your money down here won"t be worth much soon."
"Dat"s shoah. De cullud people bain"t all prayin" for Link.u.m for notten."
"Good-by. Do as I say and you shall be taken care of some day. Say nothing about this."
"Mum"s de word all roun" ter-night, mas"r."
"Huey, are you ready?"
"I is, mas"r."
"Lead the way, then;" and again approaching Rita, Graham took off his hat and bowed low as he said, "Give my grateful greeting to your honored father, and may every hope of his heart be fulfilled in return for his good deeds today. As for you, Miss Anderson, no words can express my profound respect and unbounded grat.i.tude. We shall meet again in happier times;" and backing his horse, while he still remained uncovered, he soon turned and followed Huey.
"Well, now," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Jehu. ""Clar ter you ef dat ar Link.u.m hossifer bain"t nigh onter bein" as fine a gemman as Mas"r Henry hisself. Won"t you take some "freshment, missy? No? Den I"se go right "long wid you."
Rita enjoined silence, ostensibly for the reason that it was prudent, but chiefly that she might have a respite from the old man"s garrulousness. Her thoughts were very busy. The first romance of her young life had come, and she still felt on her hands the kisses that had been so warm and sincere, although she knew they were given by one who cherished a hopeless love. After all, it was but her vivid Southern imagination that had been kindled by the swift, strange events of the past twenty-four hours. With the fine sense of the best type of dawning womanhood, she had been deeply moved by Graham"s strong nature. She had seen in him a love for another man that was as tender and pa.s.sionate as that of a woman, and yet it was bestowed upon the husband of the woman whom he had loved for years. That he had not hesitated to risk captivity and death in returning for his friend proved his bravery to be unlimited, and a Southern girl adores courage. For a time Graham would be the ideal of her girlish heart. His words of admiration and respect were dwelt upon, and her cheeks flushed up seen in the deep shadow of the forest. Again her tears would fall fast as she thought of his peril and of all the sad scenes of the day and the sadder ones still to come. Grace Hilland, a Southern girl like herself, became a glorified image to her fancy, and it would now be her chief ambition to be like her. She would keep her lovely portrait on her bureau beside her Bible, and it should be almost equally sacred.
In the edge of the forest she parted from Jehu with many and warm thanks, for she thought it wise that there should not be the slightest chance of his being seen. She also handed him a Confederate bill out of her slender allowance, patted him on the shoulder as she would some faithful animal, and rode away. He crept along after her till he saw her let down some bars and turn her pony into the fields. He then crept on till he saw her enter a door, and then stole back to the forest and shambled homeward as dusky as the shadows in which he walked, chuckling, "Missy Rita, sweet honey, guv me one of dern "Federate rags.
Oh, golly! I"se got more money--live Link.u.m money--dan Mas"r Anderson hisself, and I"se got notten ter do but raise chickens an" garden sa.s.s all my born days. Missy Rita"s red cheeks never grow pale long as Jehu or Huey can tote chickens and sa.s.s."
CHAPTER x.x.x
GUERILLAS
Graham, beyond a few low, encouraging words, held his peace and also enjoined silence on his youthful guide. His plan was to make a wide circuit around the battlefield of the previous day, and then strike the trail of the Union forces, which he believed he could follow at night.
Huey thought that this could be done and that they could keep in the shelter of the woods most of the distance, and this they accomplished, reconnoitring the roads most carefully before crossing them. Huey was an inveterate trapper; and as his pursuit was quite as profitable as raising "sa.s.s," old Jehu gave the boy his own way. Therefore he knew every path through the woods for miles around.
The dawn was in the east before Graham reached the Union trail, and he decided to spend the day in a dense piece of woods not very far distant. Huey soon settled the question of Mayburn"s provender by purloining a few sheaves of late oats from a field that they pa.s.sed; but when they reached their hiding-place Graham was conscious that he was in need of food himself, and he also remembered that a boy is always ravenous.
"Well, Huey," he said, "in providing for the horse you have attended to the main business, but what are we going to do?"
"We"se gwine ter do better"n de hoss. If mas"r"ll "zamine his saddle-bags, reckon he"ll fine dat Missy Rita hain"t de leddy to sen"
us off on a hunt widout a bite of suthin" good. She sez, sez she to me, in kind o" whisper like, "Mas"r Graham"ll fine suthin" you"ll like, Huey;"" and the boy eyed the saddle-bags like a young wolf.
"Was there ever such a blessed girl!" cried Graham, as he pulled out a flask of wine, a fowl cut into nice portions, bread, b.u.t.ter, and relishes--indeed, the best that her simple housekeeping afforded in the emergency. In the other bag there was also a piece of cake of such portentous size that Huey clasped his hands and rolled up his eyes as he had seen his parents do when the glories of heaven were expatiated upon in the negro prayer-meetings.
"That"s all for you, Huey, and here"s some bread and cold ham to go with it. When could she have provided these things so thoughtfully? It must have been before she called me last night. Now, Huey, if you ever catch anything extra nice in the woods you take it to Miss Rita. There is ten dollars to pay you; and when the Lincoln men get possession here I"ll look after you and give you a fine chance, if you have been faithful. You must not tell Miss Rita what I say, but seem to do all of your own accord. I wish I had more money with me, but you will see me again, and I will make it all right with you."
"It"s all right now, mas"r. What wouldn"t I do for Missy Rita? When my ole mammy was sick she bro"t med"cin, and a right smart lot ob tings, and brung her troo de weariness. Golly! Wonder Missy Rita don"t go straight up ter heben like dem rackets dey shoots when de "Federates say dey hab a vict"ry;" and then the boy"s mouth became so full that he was speechless for a long time.
The sense of danger, and the necessity for the utmost vigilance, had diverted Graham"s thoughts during his long night ride; and with a soldier"s habit he had concentrated his faculties on the immediate problem of finding the trail, verifying Huey"s local knowledge by observation of the stars. Now, in the cool summer morning, with Rita"s delicious repast before him, life did not seem so desperate a thing as on the day before. Although exceedingly wearied, the strength of mind which would enable him to face his sad tasks was returning. He thought little about the consequences of his disobedience to orders, and cared less. If he lost his rank he would enlist as a private soldier after he had done all in his power for Grace, who had been committed to his care by Hilland"s last words. He felt that she had the most sacred claims upon him, and yet he queried, "What can I do for her beyond communicating every detail of her husband"s last hours and his burial?
What remedy is there for a sorrow like hers?"
At the same time he felt that a lifelong and devoted friendship might bring solace and help at times, and this hope gave a new value to his life. He also thought it very possible that the strange vicissitudes of war might put it in his power to serve the Andersons, in whom he felt a grateful interest that only such scenes as had just occurred could have awakened. It would ever be to him a source of unalloyed joy to add anything to Rita Anderson"s happiness.
His kind old aunt, too, had her full share of his thoughts as he reclined on the dun-colored leaves of the previous year and reviewed the past and planned for the future. He recalled her words, "that good would come of it," when he had promised to "live and do his best."
Although in his own life he had missed happiness, there was still a prospect of his adding much to the well-being of others.
But how could he meet Grace again? He trembled at the very thought. Her grief would unman him. It was agony even to imagine it; and she might, in her ignorance of an officer"s duties in battle, think that if he had kept near Hilland the awful event might have been averted.
After all, he could reach but one conclusion--to keep his old promise "to do his best," as circ.u.mstances indicated.
Asking Huey, who had the trained ear of a hunter, to watch and listen, he took some sleep in preparation for the coming night, and then gave the boy a chance to rest.
The day pa.s.sed quietly, and in the evening he dismissed Huey, with a.s.surances to Rita and her father that a night"s ride would bring him within the Union lines, and that he now knew the way well. The boy departed in high spirits, feeling that he would like "showin" Link.u.m men troo de woods" even better than trapping.
Then looking well to his arms, and seeing that they were ready for instant use, Graham started on his perilous ride, walking his horse and stopping to listen from time to time. Once in the earlier part of the night he heard the sound of horses" feet, and drawing back into the deep shadow of the woods he saw three or four men gallop by. They were undoubtedly guerillas looking for him, or on some prowl with other objects in view. At last he knew he must be near his friends, and he determined to push on, even though the dawn was growing bright; but he had hardly reached this conclusion when but a short distance in advance a dozen hors.e.m.e.n dashed out of a grove and started toward him.
They were part of "The Band," who, with the instincts of their cla.s.s, conjectured too truly that, since he had eluded them thus far, their best chance to intercept him would be at his natural approach to the Union lines; and now, with the kind of joy peculiar to themselves, they felt that their prey was in their power, beyond all hope of escape, for Graham was in plain sight upon a road inclosed on either side by a high rail fence. There were so many guerillas that there was not a ghost of a chance in fighting or riding through them, and for a moment his position seemed desperate.
"It"s Mayburn to the rescue now," he muttered, and he turned and sped away, and every leap of his n.o.ble horse increased the distance between him and his pursuers. His confidence soon returned, for he felt that unless something unforeseen occurred he could ride all around them. His pursuers fired two shots, which were harmless enough, but to his dismay Graham soon learned that they were signals, for from a farmhouse near other hors.e.m.e.n entered the road, and he was between two parties.
There was not a moment to lose. Glancing ahead, he saw a place where the fence had lost a rail or two. He spurred toward it, and the gallant horse flew over like a bird into a wide field fringed on the further side by a thick growth of timber. Bullets from the intercepting party whizzed around him; but he sped on unharmed, while his pursuers only stopped long enough to throw off a few rails, and then both of the guerilla squads rode straight for the woods, with the plan of keeping the fugitive between them, knowing that in its tangle he must be caught.
Graham resolved to risk another volley in order to ride around the pursuers nearest the Union lines, thus throwing them in the rear, with no better chance than a stern chase would give them. In order to accomplish this, however, he had to circle very near the woods, and in doing so saw a promising wood-road leading into them. The yelling guerillas were so close as to make his first plan of escape extremely hazardous; therefore, following some happy instinct he plunged into the shade of the forest. The road proved narrow, but it was open and unimpeded by overhanging boughs. Indeed, the trees were the straight, slender pines in which the region abounded, and he gained on all of his pursuers except two, who, like himself, were superbly mounted. The thud of their horses" hoofs kept near, and he feared that he might soon come to some obstruction which would bring them to close quarters. Mayburn was giving signs of weariness, for his mettle had been sorely tried of late, and Graham resolved to ambush his pursuers if possible. An opportunity occurred speedily, for the road made a sharp turn, and there was a small clearing where the timber had been cut. The dawn had as yet created but a twilight in the woods, and the obscurity aided his purpose. He drew up by the roadside at the beginning of the clearing, and in a position where he could not readily be seen until the guerillas were nearly abreast, and waited, with his heavy revolver in hand and his drawn sword lying across the pommel of his saddle.
On they came at a headlong pace, and pa.s.sed into the clearing but a few feet away. There were two sharp reports, with the slightest possible interval. The first man dropped instantly; the other rode wildly for a few moments and then fell headlong, while the riderless horses galloped on for a time.