It was a narrow squeeze for a man of my size, yet I crept through without great difficulty, and found myself in the dense darkness of a room which, as I judged hastily from feeling about me, was similar in shape and extent to the one in which I had been confined.
Bungay, however, permitted me little time for exploration. Grasping me firmly by one arm, and feeling his way along the wall, he groped across to the other side.
"There"s a mighty big stone chimbly comes down yere, Cap," he whispered, his lips close to my ears, although the noise above made conversation in an ordinary tone perfectly safe. "An" ther openin" ter take out soot an" ashes is up thar, jist b"low ther fluer. It"s a sheet-iron pan, I reckon, ther way it feels; an" it must be thar they put a n.i.g.g.e.r in ter clean ther chimbly whin it gits stuffed up. I could git up thar alone, but I couldn"t do no work, but thet thar pan ought ter c.u.m out all right. Dew ye think ye cud hoi" me up, Cap? I"m purty durn heavy."
I smiled in the darkness at the little fellow"s egotism, and lifting him as I might a child, poised him lightly upon my shoulder. He struggled a moment to steady himself against the wall, and then I could feel him tugging eagerly at something which appeared to yield slowly to his efforts. As he worked, a dense shower of dust and soot caused me to close my eyes.
"She"s a comin" all right," he said cheerfully, puffing with his exertions, "but I reckon as how this chimbly ain"t bin cleaned out since ther war begun. Hold up yer right han", Cap, an" git a blame good grip on her, fer she"s almighty full, an"ll wanter go down sorter easy like."
I did as he suggested, bracing myself to meet his movements, as he stood straining on my shoulders, and in another moment I had succeeded in lowering the large sheet-iron pan silently to the floor.
"Room "nough yere fer two men ter oncet," chuckled my companion, in rare delight. ""The chief in silence strode before." Yere goes."
His weight left my shoulders; there was a slight scramble, another shower of dirt, then the sound of his voice once more.
"Lift up yer han"s, Cap; dig in yer toes on ther stones, an" we"ll begin our vi"ge."
He grasped my wrists with a strength which I had no conception the little fellow possessed. There was a moment"s breathless struggle, and I squirmed through the opening, and lay panting on the flat slabs which composed the foot of the great funnel. To afford me more room Bungay had gone up a little, finding foot-lodgment upon the uneven stones of which the chimney was constructed. For a moment we rested thus motionless, both breathing heavily and listening to the music and shuffling of feet now almost upon a level with our heads.
The noise, which was strong and continuous, rendered discovery from any misstep highly improbable, and as delay was dangerous neither of us was disposed to linger long.
"Be ye all ready, Cap?" questioned Bungay, bending his head down. "Fer if ye be, I"m a goin" up."
"All right," I answered, struggling to my knees in the narrow s.p.a.ce; "only take it slow, Jed. I "m a trifle bigger man than you, and this is rather close quarters."
"Wal, yes, maybe a matter of a poun" er two," he retorted, and the next moment I could hear him sc.r.a.ping his way upward, feeling for foothold upon the irregular layers of stone. I followed, pressing my knees firmly against the rough wall, and trusting more to my hands than feet for security against falling. There was evidently a fireplace of some kind on the first floor, with a considerable opening leading from it into the chimney we were scaling, for as Jed slowly pa.s.sed, I could perceive a sudden gleam of light streaming across his face from the glare of the lamps within. He glanced anxiously that way, but did not pause in his steady climb upward.
A moment later I came opposite that same beam of radiance, and cautiously peered down the sloped opening that led to the disused fireplace. All I could perceive was a pair of legs, evidently those of a cavalry officer, judging from the broad yellow stripe down the seam of the light-blue trousers, and the high boots ornamented with rowel spurs. He stood leaning carelessly against the mantel, talking with some one just beyond the range of my vision.
At that moment the music ceased suddenly, and afraid to proceed until it should strike up again, I braced myself securely on a projecting stone and bent my head over the orifice until I could catch a portion of the conversation being carried on by my unconscious neighbors.
"No," said the cavalryman, gruffly, and apparently in reply to some previous question, "the fellow was most devilish obstinate; wouldn"t tell the first thing; even a threat of treating him as a spy and hanging him outright proved of no avail. But Sheridan"s theory is that Lee has ordered Longstreet to hit our rear, while he makes a direct attack in front. That"s why the "old man" proposes to get in his work first, and we march at daylight to form connection with Hanc.o.c.k. By Jove, Chesley, but that woman in black over there with Follansbee is the handsomest picture I"ve seen south of the line. Mark how her eyes sparkle, and how prettily the light gleams in her hair. Who is she, do you chance to know?"
"Yes," lisped the other, languidly, "met her at breakfast, headquarters, this morning. Deuced pretty and all that, mighty good style, too, but taken, old man. She"s Brennan"s."
"What! not Major Brennan?" in surprise. "Why, he"s always posed as a bachelor among our fellows."
"Don"t know anything about that, dear boy," indifferently, "but the lady came in with him yesterday, was introduced to the crowd of us as Mrs. Brennan, and he called her Edith. Deuced nice name, Edith. As Brennan has shown such poor taste as to be absent to-night, I"m inclined to give a little of my time to his lady. Far and away the prettiest thing here."
Just at this moment I heard Bungay speaking to me agonizingly down the chimney:
"Durn it all, Cap, I"ve--I"ve got ter sneeze."
There was a smothered struggle in the darkness above me, then a m.u.f.fled explosion that showered me with soot, and sounded to my startled nerves like the report of a gun. I drew up my legs hastily, and had barely done so when a heavily whiskered face peered up at me through the open fireplace. It appeared so close I had no doubt he saw me, but his eyes were unable to penetrate the darkness.
"Sounded devilishly like a sneeze," he said suspiciously, as he straightened up again. "Must have been wind in the chimney."
"More likely bats," returned the other. "Well, so long, Somers; see you in the morning. I"m going to give the fair Edith a whirl."
The cavalry legs shifted their position; the band resumed its functions, and in the renewed activity and noise I began again the toilsome climb, my mind now a bewildered chaos between my plain duty to Lee and my nearly uncontrollable desire to meet once more the woman who was dancing in the room below.
The little mountaineer, as active as a cat, and not especially hampered by lack of room in which to work, was well above me by this time. The chimney, acting as a tube, brought down to me from time to time the slight noise of his climbing, varied by an occasional exclamation or comment, but I could perceive no other evidence of his presence. Above, all was as black as the grave.
"Holy smoke!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, probably unaware that he was giving utterance to his thoughts. "That was a sharp rock! Durn if thar"s a inch o" skin left on my knee. Whut is it Scott ses? "An" broken arms and disarray marked the fell havoc of the day." Gee! if Mariar cud only see me now, maybe she wouldn"t be proud--
""Sweet _Maria_, dear my life must be Since it is worthy care from thee; Yet life I hold but idle breath, When love or honor"s weighed with death!"
"Ough! stop thet! who"s got hold o" my fut?"
"Hush your racket, you little fool," I said angrily. "Do you want the whole Yankee army to trap us here like rats? I cannot get up this chimney any farther; it is growing too small to permit my body to pa.s.s."
"Is thet so, Cap?" he asked anxiously. "Whut be ye goin" ter dew "bout it?"
I made no answer for a moment; I was groping about in the darkness of our narrow quarters to see if I could determine exactly where we were.
"How high is this house, Jed, do you know?"
"Three stories an" attic."
"How far up are we?"
""Bout halfway "long ther third story, I reckon; must be jist b"low whar ye are thet I stuck my fut down an openin". Reckon "t was "nother fireplace, like thet one on ther first flure."
I lowered myself silently, and felt along the stones until I located the opening, and roughly measured its dimensions.
"I shall have to risk crawling out here, Jed," I said finally, "for I shall surely stick fast if I go up another ten feet. Do you suppose you can squeeze through to the top?"
"I reckon I kin," he returned calmly. ""Just as the minstrel"s sounds were stayed, a stranger climbed the steepy glade." But hadn"t we better stick tergether, Cap?" "No," I answered firmly. "You go on, and one of us must get through to Lee. Don"t mind me at all; get down from the roof as best you can. If I am caught it will be all the more important that you should succeed."
""Tis done--"I thank thee, Roderick, for the word; it nerves my heart, it steels my sword.""
Even as he spoke I could hear him creeping steadily upward. It soon became evident that his progress was growing slower, more difficult.
Then all sounds above me ceased, and I knew he must have attained the roof in safety.
CHAPTER XIV
I BECOME A COLONEL OF ARTILLERY
My own situation at this moment was too critical, too full of peril and uncertainty, to afford opportunity for moralizing over Bungay"s chances of escape. Only one possibility lay before me--there remained no choice, no necessity for planning. It is pure luck which pries open most doors of life, and it was upon luck alone I must rely now. I have often wondered since how I ever succeeded in squeezing my body through that narrow opening into the empty fireplace without at least knocking over something during the difficult pa.s.sage. But I did manage, working my way down slowly, creeping inch by inch like a snake, carefully testing each object I touched in the darkness for fear of its proving loose, until I finally lay stretched at full length upon what was evidently, from its feeling, a carpet of unusually fine texture.
The room proved to be an inner one and unlighted, a bedchamber, as I soon determined, for my outstretched hands encountered the posts of a bed. Then a slight gust of air partially swept aside a hanging curtain, which rustled like silk, and I caught a brief glimpse of the adjacent parlor. It was likewise unillumined, but the door leading into the front hall stood ajar, and through that opening there poured a stream of radiance, together with the incessant hum of many voices in animated conversation, the deep blare of the band, with the ceaseless movement of dancing feet.
Satisfying myself by sense of touch that the bed was unoccupied, for I was far too experienced a soldier to leave an enemy in my rear, I crept cautiously forward to the intercepting curtain, and drawing it aside took careful survey of the outer apartment. It was a large and handsomely furnished room, a polished mahogany writing-table littered with papers occupying a prominent position against the farther wall. A swivel chair stood beside it, and across its back hung what appeared to be a suit of clothing. I saw no other signs of human occupancy.
Convinced that the apartment was deserted, and discovering no different means of egress, I crossed the room on tiptoe, and peered cautiously out into the hall. It was not a pleasing prospect to one in my predicament. The lower portion, judging from the incessant hum of voices, was filled with people, who were either unable to find place within the crowded ballroom, or else preferred greater retirement for conversation. Even the wide stairway had been partially pre-empted, a young lieutenant, as I judged from his shoulder-straps, sitting just beneath the landing, whispering eagerly into the attentive ear of a p.r.o.nounced blonde who shared the broad carpeted step with him.