As Boyd opened his mouth to protest, Drew spoke quickly:
"Thank you, suh. I know Cousin Merry will appreciate that."
With a last a.s.surance of his intention to help them, Mr. McKeever left.
Boyd grinned.
"He did help me," he observed. "He knows now I"m with Morgan, and n.o.body can say that"s not so!"
Kirby laughed. "Reckon that"s true, kid. You locked yourself right into the corral along with the rest of us bad men. Look"s like you"ve been outfought this time, Rennie."
Drew threw himself back under the tree. So Boyd had won this round--they were still in Kentucky and not too far from Oak Hill.
5
_Bardstown Surrenders_
"Now that"s what I call true hospitality, gentlemen, true hospitality."
Kirby caressed his middle section gently with both hands, smiling dreamily into the lacing of apple boughs over his head. "I ain"t had me a feed like that since we took that sutler"s wagon back outside Mount Sterlin". "Mos" forgot theah was such vittles lyin" "bout to be sampled.
An" you got us most of the cream, too, "cause you"re poor little misguided boys a-runnin" "way to be with us desperate characters. Git me a bowie knife, an" I"ll show you how to cut throats--all free, too."
Drew laughed, but Boyd did not appear amused. They had been favored with a short but pungent lecture from Mr. McKeever, served along with food, which to Drew made it worth the return of listening decorously to a listing of their sins.
"I ain"t goin" home," Boyd repeated stubbornly.
"Well," Kirby pointed out, "if he rides up to the Yankee prison camp, he ain"t gonna find you neither. So what"s the difference? I think we oughta be movin" on, seein" as how we ain"t really on speakin" terms with the law heah "bouts."
It would appear that Captain Campbell agreed with that. The order came to saddle up and move out. But they went with provision sacks slung from their saddles, a portion of McKeever"s bounty stowed away against tomorrow. And once they were past the house, the word came down the line for Drew to quit his prisoner"s role and join their commander.
Campbell held a fragment of map as he let his mount"s pace fall to a slow walk. "There are about a hundred Union infantry stationed at Bardstown, according to Mr. McKeever. Know anything about the town?"
"I was there once. My cousin went to St. Joseph"s for a term."
"Remember enough to find your way around?"
"I don"t know, suh. But if there"s a Union garrison--?" He ended the sentence with an implied question.
"What are we going to do there?" The captain grinned. "We"re going to collect some arms, I hope. Supposing you were a Yankee commander, Rennie, and a bold, bad raider like General Morgan was to ride clean up to your door with a regiment or two tailing him and say: "Your guns, suh, or your life!" What would you do, especially if your troops were mostly militia and green men who hadn"t ever been in a real fight?"
Drew understood. "Probably, suh, I"d tell General Morgan that he could have his guns, providin" he kept his side of the bargain."
"As far as the Yankees in Bardstown may know, General Morgan could be headed their way right now with a regiment. I don"t think they"ve had time yet to learn just how badly we were scattered back there by the Licking River. You willing to take the flag in when we get there, Rennie? Pick a couple of outriders to go with you!"
It was risky, but no more risky than bluffs he had seen work before. And they did need the weapons. Cutting westward now only kept them well inside Union territory. Somehow they would have to skulk or fight their way down through the southern part of Kentucky and then probably all the way across Tennessee--a tall order, but one which was just possible of accomplishment.
"I"ll do it, suh." Riding into Bardstown was no worse than riding over the rest of this countryside where any moment they might be swept up by the enemy.
It was lucky they had brought rations with them from McKeever"s, for they took no more chances of trying for such supplies again. Once more they altered their advance, riding the pikes at night, hiding out by day.
Hills then, and among them Bardstown. Drew borrowed a carbine, stringing a dubiously white strip of shirt tail from its barrel, and flanked by Kirby and Driscoll, a trooper Campbell had appointed, rode slowly up the broad street opening from the pike. Great trees arched overhead, almost as they had across the drive of the McKeever place, and the houses were fine, equal to the best about Lexington.
A carriage pulled to the side, its two feminine occupants leaning forward a little under the tilt of dainty parasols, eyes wide. While their coachman stared open-mouthed at the three dirty, tattered cavalrymen riding with an a.s.sumption of ease, though armed, down the middle of the avenue.
"You, suh." It was the coachman who hailed Drew. "You soldier men?"
Drew reined in the black, who this time obeyed without protest. The weary miles had taught the gelding submission if not perfect manners.
Transferring his reins to the hand which also steadied the b.u.t.t of his carbine against his thigh so that his "flag" was well in evidence, Drew swept off his dust-grayed hat and bowed to the ladies in the carriage.
"General Morgan"s compliments, ladies," he said, loud enough for his words to carry beyond the vehicle to the townspeople gathering on the walk. "Flag of truce comin" in, ma"am." He spoke directly to the elder of the two in the carriage. "Would you be so kind as to direct me to where I may find the Union commander?"
"You"re from John Hunt Morgan, young man?" She shut her parasol with a snap, held it as if she was considering its use as a weapon.
"Yes, ma"am. General Morgan, Confederate Army--"
She sniffed. "You"ll find their captain at the inn, probably. Yankees and whiskey apparently have an affinity for one another. So John Morgan"s coming to pay us a visit?"
"Maybe, ma"am. And where may I find the inn?"
"Straight ahead," the girl answered. "You really are Morgan"s men?"
Kirby did not have a hat to doff, but his bow in the saddle was as graceful as Drew"s.
"That"s right, ma"am. My, did we know what we"d find in Bardstown now, we"d bin ridin" in right sooner!"
"Suh! ... Louisa!" The elder lady"s intimidating glare was divided, but Drew thought that Louisa got more than a half share of it.
"No offense meant, ma"am. It"s jus" that ridin" "bout the way we do an"
all, we don"t git us a chance to say Howdy to ladies." The Texan"s expression was properly contrite; his voice all diffidence.
"The inn, young men, is on down the street. Drive on, Horace!" she ordered the coachman. But as the carriage started, she pointed her parasol at Drew as a teacher might point an admonishing ruler at a pupil. "I hope you"ll find what you"re looking for, young man. In the way of Yankees...."
"We generally do, ma"am," Kirby commented. "For us Yankees jus" turn up bright an" sa.s.sy all over the place."
Drew laughed. "Bright and sa.s.sy, then on the run!" For the success of his present mission and all those listening ears he ended that boast in as fervent a tone as he could summon.
"See that you keep them that way!" She enforced that order with a snap of parasol being reopened as the carriage moved from the shade back into the patch of open sunlight.
"That sure was a pretty girl," observed Driscoll as Drew and the Texan wheeled back into line with him. "Wish we could settle down heah for say two or three days. Git some of the dust outta our throats and have a chance to say Howdy to some friendly folks--"
"You"d be more likely sayin" Howdy to a Yankee prison guard if you did that," Drew replied. "Let"s find this inn and the garrison commander."
"That"s the proper way of layin" it out--the inn an" _then_ business.
Yankees an" whiskey go together; that"s what she said, ain"t it? I maybe don"t weah no blue coat regular, but whiskey sounds sorta refreshin", don"t it, now?"
"Just so you only think that, Anse, and don"t try any tastin"," Drew warned. "We make our big talk to this captain, and then we move out--fast. You boys know the drill?"