"You back again! I am afraid you will have to wait to see the general unless your mission is of the utmost importance. He is lying down, and left orders he was not to be disturbed before nine o"clock."
"My mission is important enough," was the reply, "but perhaps, it can be attended to without him. Where can, we be alone, Billie?"
"Right in here," stepping through the doorway into the deeper dusk of the dining-room. "If you are hungry I can order a lunch."
"No," impatiently, "I have eaten twice to-day--what I want to know is what has become of that fellow who was here this morning?"
"Major Ather--"
"Oh, h.e.l.l!" forgetting every pretence to gentility. "He was not Atherton at all, but a d.a.m.ned Yankee spy. Do you mean to say you didn"t know it?"
I could see her straighten up, turning swiftly to face him. Whatever the shock of discovery may have been, indignation conquered, and her voice was cool, stinging.
"Captain Le Gaire, I am not in the habit of being sworn at, and will leave you to gain your information elsewhere."
She swept by him to the door, but, gasping with surprise, the man managed to call after her,
"Billie, don"t go like that! I didn"t mean to swear. It was jolted out of me, and I beg your pardon."
She halted on the threshold, glancing back evidently in hesitation.
"This is not the first time you have let your temper loose in my presence," she said slowly, "but it is the last. If you feel so little respect for me now, the future is not very encouraging."
"But, Billie, you don"t understand!"
"I understand enough. However we will not discuss this matter any further at present. What was it you desired to know?"
"Where that fellow has gone!" instantly flaming up again. "He wasn"t Atherton at all, but I"ll swear he was the very picture of him; he would have fooled the devil."
"No doubt," almost indifferently. "How did you discover the deception?"
"By merest accident. Happened to mention meeting him to old Trevor, and he was up in arms in a minute. Seems Atherton married his niece, and the fellow here couldn"t be the major, for he was shot in a skirmish three weeks ago, and has been in the hospital at Athens ever since. He"s there now; rode over to Pemberton"s headquarters to make sure, and met Gregory, Chief-of-Staff. He saw Atherton Sat.u.r.day, and he wasn"t able to sit up yet. The fellow here was a Yank--and you didn"t know it?"
"I very naturally supposed he was what he represented himself to be,"
she replied, coming back into the room. "And when you recognized him as an old acquaintance I never gave the matter another thought."
"But he came through the lines with you," bewildered and doubtful.
"The best of reasons why I should never have suspected him of being a Yankee. He was very pleasant and gentlemanly."
"Oh, indeed! all a man has to do is smile and say nice things to get you women on his side."
"Then why don"t you try it? You are certainly disagreeable enough to-day."
"Perhaps I am," endeavoring to laugh. "But if I could get my hands on that Yank I"d be in far better humor. Where is he?"
"The last time I saw him," with provoking coolness, "he was at dinner with General Beauregard and staff."
"At dinner! Here! Good G.o.d! he must have nerve. How did it happen?"
"Through my introduction originally, and then later he was recognized by Captain Bell."
Le Gaire sank down into a chair, glaring at the girl"s dim, white-robed figure, his teeth savagely clicking in an effort to keep from swearing.
As though to exasperate him yet more she laughed.
"I fail to see the fun," he snarled impatiently. "This is no joke, let me tell you, and we"ll both find it out if Beauregard ever learns the truth. What did they talk about?"
"Army matters mostly. The general wished information regarding the movement of Johnston"s and Chambers" forces, and Major Atherton--"
"Don"t call the fellow that!"
"Then what shall I call him?"
He struck his fist on the table, almost devoid of the power of speech.
"I don"t care, only not that. I tell you he"s not Atherton, but a sneaking Yankee spy."
"Why, he was in full uniform!"
"He"ll hang, just the same, if we get him. Now see here--did Beauregard let out any facts?"
She drew a quick breath, one hand on her breast, and it seemed to me her voice trembled.
"He talked as he would to one of his own officers. They discussed the plans of operation quite freely among themselves."
Le Gaire groaned, his elbows on the table, his head in his hands. She remained motionless, looking at him. Suddenly he glanced up.
"I"ll be hanged if I understand you, Billie," he exclaimed. "Don"t you care, or don"t you realize what this means? That fellow has got all our plans, and he"s got safely away with them too, I suppose."
She nodded, as he paused an instant.
"Before morning they"ll be over there," with a wave of the hand, "and our move checkmated. Whose fault is it? Yours and mine. It"s enough to drive a man crazy, and you stand there and laugh."
"I am not laughing."
"Well, you were a minute ago. Do you even suspect who the fellow is?"
"You said he was Major Ath--"
"Oh, h.e.l.l!" springing to his feet, with sword rattling, and hands clinched. "I won"t stand this, not even from you. You"re hiding something; what is it? Is this Yank anything to you?"
"Absolutely nothing, Captain Le Gaire. Take your hand from my arm, please. Now I will trouble you to stop this controversy. I am not indifferent, but I refuse to be bullied, and sworn at. If you are so wild to capture this spy why don"t you make the rounds of the pickets instead of remaining here and quarrelling with me? The man is not hiding behind my skirts. I will bid you good-night."
She was gone before he could even fling out a hand to stop her. A moment he raged between table and wall; then flung out the door and down the steps, calling for his horse.
CHAPTER XII