"How many men have we lost?"
He checked them off on the tines of his fork, occasionally pausing to take a bite from the meat held in his other hand.
"Der vos five kilt, Captain; dot vos it. I vos. .h.i.t mit der ear off, und vos hongry as never vos; Sands is goin" to die, und maybe Elliott vill not get some better; some odders vos hurted, und der guide vos took brisoner."
"Taken prisoner?"
"Dot is it, Captain; by Chiminy, he vos took by der ear by his voman und led in der house. Vot you calls dot, if he vos not brisoner, hay?"
"Why, she is his wife."
"Veil, dot may be, too," he insisted stoutly. "His frau, yaw, dot is it, but by Chiminy, he fights mit her yoost der same, und vos brisoner; und I vos vounded mit der ear off, und vos hongry as never vos."
"How many men does that leave us fit for duty?" I asked decisively, pushing back my plate and rising from the table.
He counted them up with painful slowness, speaking each name deliberately, as if calling the roll.
"Dere vos twelve, Captain, mit me, but I am not fit for duty widout I eat somedings first."
"That will do," I said peremptorily. "You can have fifteen minutes more to complete filling up. In half an hour from now have the men ready for the road."
"But, Captain," he protested, "I vould rattle so mit my insides, by Chiminy, dot der horse vould scare."
"Do exactly as I say, and no more words, Sergeant," and I turned and left the room.
We must depart, and at once. More than ever now I realized the necessity for haste. I hoped to meet the officer commanding the Federal detachment who had come to our aid, pay him the customary marks of respect, and get away without again coming in contact with Major Brennan. I felt myself pledged to this course of action.
A sentry stationed in the lower hallway informed me the officers were messing together in the front parlor, and I at once headed that way. I paused, however, to visit the wounded for a moment, spoke cheerily to my own men, and then, opening the door quietly, entered the room which I had last left in possession of the guerillas. With the exception of broken windows and bullet-scarred walls little evidence remained of that contest which had raged here with such fury but a few hours previously. There were numerous dark stains upon the carpet, but much of the furniture had been restored to place, while a cheerful wood fire crackled in the open grate. Before it three men were sitting smoking, while upon a small table close at their elbows rested a flat bottle, flanked by several gla.s.ses. A single glance sufficed to tell me they were Federal cavalrymen, one being the red-faced lieutenant whom I had already met.
"I am seeking the commander of this detachment," I explained, as they glanced up in surprise at my entrance unannounced. "I am Captain Wayne, in charge of the Confederate troop which was engaged in defence of this house."
A portly man with a strong face, and wearing a closely clipped gray beard, arose from a comfortable armchair and advanced with hand extended.
"I am Captain Moorehouse, in command," he answered cordially, "and am very glad to meet you. Will you not join with us? My second lieutenant, who has positive genius in that line, has unearthed a few bottles of rather choice whiskey which we will divide most gladly."
"I thank you," I replied, anxious to meet him as pleasantly as possible, "but I am eager to get away upon my duty as early as may be, and have merely intruded upon you to explain my purpose."
"Nonsense," he insisted. "Duty is never quite so urgent as to require a waste of good liquor. Captain Wayne, permit me to present my officers-- Lieutenants Warren and Starr, Second New Hampshire Cavalry. If by any luck you were at Gettysburg, you have met before."
I smiled and accepted the gla.s.s held out to me.
"I was certainly there," I replied in the same spirit with which he had spoken, "and now you recall it, retain a most vivid recollection of meeting several Federal cavalrymen on that occasion, but believe I did not linger to ascertain the number of their regiment. My curiosity was completely satisfied before I reached that point. However, I am far better pleased to renew the acquaintance in this manner."
The ice broken, we continued to converse freely for several minutes regarding incidents of the war, and I described the peculiar conditions which had brought me to the relief of Brennan"s party. Under other circ.u.mstances I should have greatly enjoyed this exchange of reminiscences, but the constant haunting fear of the Major"s possible entrance at any moment rendered me extremely uneasy, and anxious to be away. Undoubtedly this feeling exhibited itself in my manner, for Captain Moorehouse said finally:
"I realize your natural anxiety to be off, Captain Wayne, and while we should be very glad to keep you with us indefinitely, yet I trust you will feel perfectly free in the matter."
"I thank you greatly," I answered, rising as I spoke. "My duty is of such a nature, and has already been so long neglected, that I feel every moment of unnecessary delay to be a crime. I wish you a pleasant return within your own lines, and an early cessation of hostilities."
I had shaken hands with them all, and turned toward the door, congratulating myself on escaping thus easily, when a new voice broke suddenly in upon my self-satisfaction:
"I trust Captain Wayne is not intending to depart without at least a word with me?"
It was Brennan. He had entered un.o.bserved from the second parlor, and now stood leaning with an almost insolent a.s.sumption of languor against the sliding door, his eyes fastened upon me.
"Frankly," I responded, "I had hoped I might."
His brows contracted into a frown of anger that seemed to darken his entire face.
"Have you forgotten, then, our compact, or do you simply elect to ignore it?"
I saw the others exchange quick glances of amazement, but I answered coolly:
"The latter supposition is more nearly the truth, Major Brennan. I felt that after what we have just pa.s.sed through together we could both afford to ignore the past, and consequently was hoping to escape without again encountering you."
"Indeed!" he exclaimed sarcastically. "But I might have expected it.
Gentlemen," and he turned toward the expectant group, "this man and I have a personal grievance of long standing unsettled. I have sought him for months in vain. When he came last night to our a.s.sistance, before I even consented to accept his services I insisted that no occurrence of the defence should prevent our meeting if we both survived. Now he endeavors to sneak away like a whipped cur. I demand satisfaction at his hands, and if it is refused I shall denounce him in both armies."
My cheeks burned, but before I could control myself sufficiently for answer Moorehouse spoke.
"But, Brennan, see here," he said anxiously, "surely Captain Wayne has served you well. Is this trouble between you so serious that no amends are possible?"
"None, short of a personal meeting."
"Captain," and the perplexed Federal commander, turned toward me, "have you any word of explanation in this unfortunate affair?"
"Very little," I answered. "I am not even aware that I have done injury to Major Brennan, purposely or otherwise. He has not so much as honored me with information as to his cause for complaint. However, I care very little what it may be. As he has seen fit to denounce me before officers of my own corps, I should be extremely glad to meet him upon that ground alone; but after what we have just pa.s.sed through together, I felt ready to blot out these past differences. Whatever they may have been, they are not liable to occur again, nor we to meet."
"They have occurred again since you have been in this house!" Brennan broke forth excitedly. "You are not a coward, but I brand you here and now as sneak and liar! Now will you fight?"
We stood for a moment in utter silence, eye to eye, and I knew there was no help for it. These words, publicly spoken, left me no choice.
"I am at your service, Major Brennan," I returned sternly, "now, or at any time. But I am unfortunate here in having no officer of my army present, and hence can name no second."
"Doubtless one of these gentlemen will consent to serve," he said, his face brightening at my rejoinder.
There was a moment of hesitation, natural enough, for they could scarcely feel like pitting themselves against a brother officer in a quarrel the merits of which were so obscure. I was about to speak, volunteering to stand alone, when some one hastily pushed a way to the front, and Lieutenant Caton, pale but determined, stood at my shoulder.
"It will afford me pleasure to act for Captain Wayne," he said clearly, "if he will accept my services. Moreover," he added, with a significant glance at Brennan, "I do this as a friend, and with full confidence that I am upon the right side in the quarrel."
For a moment no one spoke, Brennan biting his moustache to keep back words he durst not utter. Then Caton turned to me.
"If you will retire to the library, Wayne, I will arrange this matter with whoever may represent Major Brennan."
With a slight formal bow to those present I quitted the room.