I listened for ten minutes more, and still no sound came from the direction in which I had heard the whistle, save the distant neigh of a horse and the occasional barking of dogs. Yet my nerves were upset. That whistle _must_ have been a signal of some kind, and, if so, what did it portend? At last, being unable to arrive at any conclusion, I determined to lie down and think it over; and so, taking off coat and waist-coat, and putting on a loose wrapper, I threw myself upon the bed. It must have been after midnight then, yet I could not sleep, and at the same time thinking was an effort. I found myself listening intently for every sound, and holding my breath every time the distant bark of a dog or the lowing of cattle was heard.
An hour pa.s.sed; nothing further happened; and I began to feel drowsy at last and to regard myself as the easiest man to scare in the whole county. Soon after, I must have fallen into a doze; an uneasy, fitful slumber it must have been, too; for the very next thing I knew I found myself sitting bolt upright; every nerve strained; and listening with beating heart to the same signal whistle; only this time, though low and cautious, it was nearer; and, unless I was vastly mistaken, came from a little clump of trees just beyond the eastern fence. Harrod"s big Newfoundland, who always slept on the porch in front of the house, and seldom, if ever, barked or made any disturbance at night, came tearing around to our side, growling fiercely, and evidently excited and alarmed.
_Something_ was up, that was certain; and immediately I began to wonder what ought to be done. The call was not repeated; all was soon quiet again. "Blondo" had given one or two low, short barks; scouted through the grounds about the house; and returned to the southern front again.
After one or two moments" consideration he had given another, a sort of interrogatory bark, as though he expected a reply; and then, with a dissatisfied sniff at hearing nothing further, slowly returned to his usual post. Blondo"s nerves were better than mine. I thought over the matter ten minutes longer in the most undecided manner imaginable.
Harrod had plainly intimated that he suspected Mr. Peyton of complicity with the Ku-Klux or I would have awakened him; as it was, I was possessed with the idea that he ought to know nothing of our suspicions, nothing of the anonymous letter (from us, at least), and in no manner or way be admitted to confidence. Rather hard on Peyton, to be sure; but there _was_ something about him I didn"t like, something besides the mere fact that I saw he didn"t like me, and----What was that! There _could_ be no mistake! I plainly saw through my open window a sudden gleam of light among the leaves of the oak-tree on the other side of the garden-walk. It was as though the light had been momentarily thrown upon it from a bull"s-eye lantern and instantly withdrawn. More than that, the light was thrown upon it from this side. Thoroughly aroused now, I stole noiselessly from the bed; took my revolver; and, making the least possible "creak" in turning the key, I slowly opened my door, and on tiptoe and in stocking feet crept out into the hall. My plan was to go and arouse Harrod.
Without closing my door I turned stealthily away; and, as a matter of course, stumbled over one of my boots. There they were, right at the door, just where I had left them, and visible enough for all practical purposes in the dim light that came from my open doorway and the window at the end of the hall. It was clumsy and stupid of me. I looked towards Peyton"s door, wondering if the noise, slight as it was, had awakened him. No more snoring, at all events. I took a step or two towards his room to listen, looked carefully down to see that I didn"t stumble over his boots too, and then stopped short.
Peyton"s boots were no longer there.
For a moment I could not realize it; then I stole closer to the door, and the door that I knew was tightly closed when I came up-stairs was now unlatched and partly open. The conviction forced itself into my mind that my next-door neighbor was up to some of his old devilment, and that that signal whistle had some connection with the mysterious disappearance of his boots. Peeping through the partly-opened door, I could see the bed, its coverlet undisturbed, its pillows smooth and untouched. That was enough to embolden me, and at the same time make me mad. All that snoring was a counterfeit for _my_ benefit, was it? I opened the door and looked in: no signs of its late occupant; Ned Peyton had gone.
Sorely puzzled what to do next, I sidled out again; sneaked out, I might as well say, for that"s the way I felt; and leaving his door as I found it, returned to my own room and took post at the window. Curiously enough, the discovery of Peyton"s absence and his probable connection with the mysterious signals without, had had a wonderful effect in restoring me to confidence and endowing me with a fabulous amount of pluck and courage. The idea of summoning Harrod was abandoned; the thing to be done now was to find out what my amiable next-door neighbor was up to; and, if possible, to do so without letting him know that his nice little game was detected.
A clock somewhere in the hall struck three while I was pondering over the matter. Ten minutes afterwards there came a stealthy step on the garden-walk, and the figure of a man emerged from behind an old arbor near the oak-tree. It was Peyton, of course, although the light was too uncertain to admit of my recognizing him until he came nearer.
I crouched down lower, but kept him in view. Cautiously and slowly Master Ned tiptoed it up to the little tool-house under his window; swung himself carefully up to the roof; crept on all-fours until he reached the top; and then, making very little noise, clambered into his window and disappeared from view. A moment or two after, I heard him softly deposit his boots in the hall; close and bolt his door; and soon after tumble into bed. Evidently, then, we had nothing further to fear for that night at least; and in fifteen minutes I was sound asleep.
At breakfast the next morning the household generally put in a late appearance. Peyton established himself at Miss Kitty"s side and monopolized her in the most lover-like manner. Immediately afterwards the pair sallied forth for a walk. Miss Summers looked very anxiously after them until they disappeared in the shrubbery, and then turned to Harrod with an appealing look in her eyes.
"I don"t know what to do, Harrod. I didn"t imagine the possibility of his coming back here when we invited Kitty."
"Don"t worry about it, Pauline. Mr. Brandon and I are going to drive over to the cavalry camp this morning, and this afternoon I"ll have a talk with Ned. How soon can you get through your talk with father?" he suddenly asked, turning to me.
"Twenty minutes at most will be long enough," I answered; so he sent off to the stable to order the carriage.
The judge and I strolled slowly around the house, planning the course to be pursued in the prosecution of the men who had been arrested under the "enforcement act." As we sauntered along the garden-walk on the eastern side, I naturally glanced up at my window and Peyton"s. A coa.r.s.e brown envelope was lying right at the door of the little tool-house, the very place where he had clambered to the roof the night before. "We lawyers are curious," and, without interrupting the judge"s conversation, I "obliqued" over to the left; picked up the envelope; dropped it carelessly into my pocket; and went on talking without having attracted the judge"s attention to the movement.
After the judge had returned to his study, and before Harrod was ready, I had an opportunity of investigating this precious doc.u.ment. It only needed a glance to a.s.sure me that it was just such another envelope as the one which inclosed the Ku-Klux letter to the judge that Harrod had shown me, and that fact was sufficient to remove any scruples I might have had as to reading its contents. The envelope bore no mark or address. The inclosure was as follows:
"CAPTAIN PEYTON:
"DEAR SIR,--The Yankee major, with forty of his men, went off in a hurry late last night, leaving the lieutenant and about ten men in camp. They"re after Hank and the crowd, but we got notice in time, broke up the ranch, and scattered. Hank"s wound is pretty rough; he played a d--d fool trick in trying to get that express money, and the boys all think he"d been drinking again. Three of us took him over the Big Bear in Scantwell"s boat, and on up to Chickasaw. He sent me back from there to see you and tell you to watch out for every chance to get word to him. He"ll be at Eustice"s, across the Tennessee, until his arm is well; and then he"s coming back to get square with the Yank who shot him. The lieutenant has got an infernal bad cut on the left hand, and can"t do nothing for the next week. Look out for signal any night about two o"clock. Burn this.
"Yours respectfully,
"BLACKEY."
Here was a pretty piece of villainy. I thought earnestly whether to show it immediately to Harrod and make a full _expose_ of Peyton"s complicity with the affair; but, before I could decide, the carriage came; and with the driver listening to every word that was said, it was out of the question. It was scandalous enough as it stood without letting the servants know of it. We talked a good deal about their general performances, but in no way alluded to the latest developments of the Klan as we drove rapidly along. Neither expected to find Major Vinton there at camp; but I had reason to know that Amory would be on hand, and had determined to give him immediate information as to the whereabouts of Smith that he might send out a party to secure him.
Sure enough, only one or two soldiers were to be seen when we drove up, but a corporal took us to Amory"s tent. He sprang up from the little camp-bed in which he was lounging and reading; gave us a cordial welcome; and, in reply to our questions, stated that the major had gone out with three days" rations and nearly all the men, hoping to hunt up and capture the gang. A United States marshal was with him, who felt certain that he could guide him to the very point on the bayou where the fight had taken place. He had started about three o"clock on the previous morning, just as soon as rations could be cooked, and was determined to hunt them to their holes.
"I expect him back every hour, and am disgusted enough at being ordered to stay behind; but he and the doctor both forbade my going, so here I am playing the invalid." His arm was still in a sling and the hand closely bound.
We sat and chatted for some twenty minutes. Amory inquired after "the young ladies" very calmly; made no allusion to Miss Kitty"s snub; accounted for his non-appearance the day before by saying that the doctor had insisted on his remaining quiet in his tent; and so neither Harrod nor I saw fit to make any apology for our troublesome little heroine. She was worrying all of us now,--innocently enough perhaps, but sorely for all that.
Harrod turned the subject to Hank Smith; and, finding that Amory had not heard of his threat as related by the man whom his friends had "fetched a wipe over the head," repeated it to him, and warned him to be on his guard. Mars took it coolly enough; expressed his readiness to welcome Hank and his adherents to hospitable graves; and, except that his teeth came as solidly together as they had when alluding to the ruffian"s escape two nights previous, displayed no symptoms of the slightest emotion at the prospect of losing a quart or two of "heart"s-blood" within the month.
Presently Harrod drove off to the village to make some necessary purchases, promising to return for me within an hour. Then I lost not a moment in giving Mars my information about Hank Smith; where he was to be found, etc., but without mentioning Peyton"s connection with the affair or stating how the news came into my possession. He asked, of course, but I gave a good reason for declining to name the person who had volunteered the news, at the same time a.s.suring him of my belief in its truth.
Mars was all ablaze in a minute. Chickasaw was at least twelve miles away and to the north. Vinton"s plan, and the marshal"s, was to go south-west, should they find the ranch abandoned, and search a number of suspected points in Tishomingo and Prentiss Counties. All the gang by this time knew that there was a hunt going on, and, at the cry of "Yanks coming," had scattered in every direction. Smith thought himself safe across the Tennessee, and would probably have only one or two men with him. Amory was fairly excited this time anyhow, and in ten minutes had made up his mind; gave his orders to a non-commissioned officer, wrote a letter to Major Vinton, with instructions to deliver it immediately upon the return of the troop to camp, and before Harrod Summers" return, had vaulted lightly into saddle, waved me a laughing good-by, and trotted off at the head of a little squad of five dragoons,--all the men he could possibly take. I watched them till they disappeared from view on the road to the Tennessee and then sat me down to wait for Harrod.
The corporal who had shown us to Amory"s tent was on "sick-report" he said, with chills and fever. He, with three or four others, remained in charge of camp, and I amused myself listening to their talk about their officers and the Ku-Klux. An old darky on a mule came in to sell chickens, and after him, a seedy-looking fellow on a s.h.a.ggy pony,--he "didn"t want nothing in particular, unless it was to know when the captain"d be back."
The corporal was non-committal,--didn"t know. The seedy party shifted around in his saddle, and, after profuse expectoration, "reckoned that the lieutenant warn"t much hurt nohow."
"Why so?" says the corporal.
""Cause he"s off so quick again."
"That don"t prove anything," says the dragoon.
"Whar"s he gone to?" says Seedy.
"Don"t know."
"Ain"t gone far, I reckon; didn"t take no rations, did he?"
"Don"t know."
"I kind of wondered _why_ he took the north road _fur_, if he wanted to catch the captain, "cause I knew _he_ was out towards Guntown."
"_How_ did you know?"
"Well, I heard so, that"s all."
The corporal looks steadily at Seedy, and is apparently suspicious.
Seedy turns his quid over with his tongue and looks all around. He"s a bad hand at extracting information, at all events. At last he makes another venture.
"Wish I knew how far up the north road the lieutenant went. I"ve got some business up towards the Tennessee. I belong to a missionary society hereabouts, and yet I don"t like to take that long ride alone."
I hear the corporal mutter a rather unflattering comment on _that_ statement; and it occurs to me that there is more of the odor of bad whiskey than sanct.i.ty about the member of the missionary society. He reminds me of Mr. Stiggins; and Mr. Stiggins makes one more attempt.
"Whar am I most like to catch the boys by dinner-time?"
"Don"t know."
The member looks incredulous and indignant; and after a long survey of every object in range about the camp, turns his dejected steed slowly around and shambles off, with the parting shot,--
"Reckon you never _did_ know nothin", did you?" To which the corporal responds,--
"No; and if I _did_, I wouldn"t tell you, Johnny."
Stiggins strikes a canter on reaching the main road, and disappears on the trail of the cavalry. Presently Harrod returns, greatly surprised at Amory"s sudden expedition, and curious as to the source from which he derives his information. I hardly know what to say, but finally get out of it by the explanation that it was all "confidential," and that I could say nothing on the subject until his return.
On the drive home we come suddenly upon the troop itself, looking tired and dusty, but returning from the two days" trip to Tishomingo partially successful, and with six rough-looking specimens of "corn-crackers"
footing it along between the hors.e.m.e.n. They found no trace of Smith, the marshal tells us, as the men go filing by; but, after all, their luck has been good, and six of the worst characters are now securely under guard.