"Up to Missouri. I have set my heart on being a partisan, and if my own State won"t take me, I have a perfect right to offer my valuable services to another. I shall start for Baton Rouge to-morrow, and I and my horse will take pa.s.sage on the first St. Louis boat that comes along."
"Hear, hear!" shouted some of the. Rangers.
"Let"s go in a body," said one. "We have the a.s.surance that our services will be accepted, that the officers we have elected will be retained, that our plan of organization will not be interfered with, and what more could we ask for?"
"That won"t suit me," another declared. "I don"t want to leave my State."
"How are you going to help yourself?" demanded Rodney. "If you join the Confederate army you are liable to be ordered up to Virginia or down to Florida. And you know as well as I do what the people around here will think of you if you make up your mind to stay at home."
"Let"s take the sense of the company on it," suggested Lieutenant Percy.
"All right," answered the captain. "Put the thing in the form of a motion and I will."
This was quickly done, and to Rodney"s great disappointment, though not much to his surprise, the proposition was defeated by a large majority. The Rangers were opposed to deserting their State in a body and going into another.
"I"ll not stay at home, and that"s all there is about it," said one of the Rangers who had voted with the minority. "Does anybody here know what course we do want to pursue? I have my doubts; and in order to test the matter I move you, Mr. Commander, that we offer ourselves as a company to the Confederate States."
The motion was received with such a howl of dissent that if there was a second to it the captain did not hear it. Some of the Rangers, to show what they thought of the proposition, backed their horses out of the ranks and rode away. Among them was Rodney, who returned to the tree under which his father was sitting.
"Isn"t it rather unusual for a cavalry company to hold a business meeting on horseback?" inquired the latter, as the boy swung himself from his saddle. "There seems to be a big difference of opinion among the members, and you look as though things hadn"t gone to suit you. What have you decided to do?"
"Nothing as a company," replied Rodney. "In fact we are not a company any longer. It is every one for himself now."
"What do you mean by that? Have you disbanded?"
Rodney explained the situation in a few words, adding that he thought he might as well be riding toward home so as to spend all the time he could with his mother, for he was going away bright and early on the following morning. Mr. Gray looked very sober and thoughtful when he heard these words.
"I"d rather you would stay at home," said he.
"And I would much prefer to stay, but I will not go into the service of the Confederacy. This State is an independent Commonwealth now, and is ent.i.tled to, and has a right to demand the best service I can give her; but who cares for the Confederacy? I think less of it than I did this morning, for one of its officers tried to rope us in without our consent."
That was Rodney"s first experience with the duplicity and utter lack of fair dealing that characterized all the actions of the Confederate authorities, but it was by no means the last. We shall speak of this again when we see him coming down the Arkansas River, bound for the Army of the Center, a Confederate soldier in spite of himself.
Having given his comrades plenty of time to vote upon the last proposition submitted to them that they should offer themselves as a company to the Confederate States Rodney got upon his horse again and rode back to see if they had determined upon any particular course of action, but from all he could learn the matter was far from being settled. Some wanted to do one thing and some were in favor of doing another; but finding at last that they could not agree, they began drawing away by twos and threes, and finally Rodney Gray was left alone with the commissioned officers.
"I am at my wit"s end," declared Captain Hubbard, whose face wore a most dejected look. "We don"t want to remain at home, and neither do we desire to put ourselves under the control of such a man as General Lacey; but there"s nothing else we can do, unless we go up to Missouri. Were you really in earnest when you said you intended to start oft tomorrow?" he added, addressing himself to Rodney. "Your decision was made on the spur of the moment, wasn"t it?"
"Well, no. I made up my mind some time ago that there was going to be a hitch of some sort in our arrangements, and laid my plans accordingly."
"How are you going to work it to reach Price"s army?" inquired Lieutenant Percy. "Don"t you know that there have been rioting and bloodshed in St. Louis, and that the Dutchmen have got control of the city?"
"Of course; but that"s all over now. I shall telegraph to d.i.c.k Graham"s father that I am coming, and trust to luck when I reach St. Louis. Perhaps he can make it convenient to meet me there; if not, I have a tongue in my head and a good horse to ride, and I have no fears but that I shall get through."
"Well, I"ll tell you what"s a fact," said Lieutenant Odell. "You can go alone for all of me. There"s altogether too much danger in the step. You"ll never get through the lines without a pa.s.s, and how are you going to get it? The first thing you know you will be arrested and shoved into jail."
"I have thought of that," answered Rodney, calmly, "but I"ll take my chances on it. It"s go there or stay home, and I have decided to go. Good-by, if I don"t see you again, and if you hear any of the boys say that they would like to go with me, send them up to the house."
This was said in the most matter of fact way, as if Rodney were going to ride to Baton Rouge one day and come back the next; but they all knew that the parting was for a longer time than that, and each officer thrust his hand into his pocket to find something that would do for a keepsake. Odell handed over a big jack-knife with the remark that the sergeant might find it useful in cutting bacon or breaking up his hard-tack, so that he could crumb it into his coffee. Percy gave him a ring which he drew from his own finger, and the captain presented him with a twenty-dollar gold piece. Then they shook hands with him once more and saw him ride away.
"It"s like parting from a younger brother," said the captain, sorrowfully. "I don"t see how his father can let him go. But he"s got nerve enough to carry him through any sc.r.a.pe he is likely to get into, and besides he is going among friends."
"But he"s got the enemy"s lines to pa.s.s before he can get among friends, and that"s one thing that worries me," observed the first lieutenant. "What a determined fellow he is. He ought to make a good soldier."
"Didn"t I tell you that that company of Rangers would never amount to a row of pins?" exclaimed Tom Randolph, when the members rode straggling into town that afternoon, and reported that their organization had been knocked into a c.o.c.ked hat by General Lacey"s attempt to muster it into the service of the Confederacy. "I knew by the way the election went that it would bust up sooner or later, and I am heartily glad of it. Now they"ve got to go into the army, and if I get the second lieutenant"s commission I am working for, perhaps I shall be placed over some of the fellows who voted against me. So Gray is going to Missouri, is he? Good riddance. He"ll have to go in as private, and that will bring him down a peg or two."
Yes, Rodney calculated to go in as private if he got in at all, but the prospect did not in the least dampen his ardor. Contrary to his expectations his mother did not say one word to turn him from his purpose; but good Southerner that she was, she heartily condemned the circ.u.mstances which, according to her way of thinking, made the parting necessary.
"I wish the Mayflower had been sunk fathoms deep in the ocean before she ever touched Plymouth Rock," she said to her husband. "The spirit of intolerance those Puritans brought over here with them is what is taking our boy from us now. No punishment that I can think of would be too severe for them."
Rodney lived in hopes that some of the company would ride out to see him during the course of the evening, but midnight came without bringing any of them, and the disappointed Barrington boy, giving his mother the last good-night kiss he imprinted upon her lips for more than fifteen long months, went to bed satisfied that he was to be left to work out his own destiny, with no Mooreville friend to encourage or advise him. He slept but little, but appeared at the breakfast table as fresh as a daisy and-dressed in citizen"s clothing.
"This is a pill I don"t like to swallow," said he, opening his coat and looking down at himself. "I said I wouldn"t take off my gray uniform until the South had gained her independence; but I didn"t know at the time that I would find it necessary to pa.s.s through the enemy"s lines. Don"t look so sober, mother. I just know I shall come out all right. I"ll surely write when I reach St. Louis, and again the very day I find d.i.c.k Graham."
That was not a cheerful breakfast table, although every one tried to make it so. Before the meal was half over the family carriage, with Rodney"s small trunk inside and his horse hitched behind, drew up at the door, and a crowd of weeping servants gathered about the foot of the wide stone steps to bid "young moster" good-by. Rodney saw it all through the window, and when he got ready to start stood not on the order of going, but cut short the parting and went at once. He arose from his chair before he had finished his second cup of coffee, put on his hat and light overcoat and turned toward his mother.
"Good-by, my dear boy," she said, in tones so firm and cheerful that Rodney was astonished. "Whatever fate may have in store for me, I hope I shall never hear that you failed to do your duty as a soldier."
There were no tears in her eyes-she was past that now-but didn"t she suffer?
"The mother who conceals her grief While to her breast her son she presses, Then breathes a few brave words and brief Kissing the patriot brow she blesses, With no one but her secret G.o.d To know the pain that weighs upon her- Sheds holy blood as e"er the sod Received on Freedom"s field of honor!"
How many such partings there were all over this fair land of ours, brought about by the ambition of demagogues so few in number that we can count them on our fingers!
Rodney"s heart was so full that he could not reply to his mother"s brave words. Now that the test had come he found that he had less fort.i.tude than she had. He gave her one kiss, gently disengaged himself from her clinging arms and bolted for the door.
"De good Lawd bless young moster an" bring him safe back," cried the tearful blacks, when he appeared at the top of the steps. "Dem babolitionists aint got no call to come down here an" take him away from us. We-uns never done nuffin" to dem."
"That"s just what I say," answered Rodney. "And I am going to help lick them for bringing on this trouble when we wanted peace. Good-by, one and all. I"ll be back as soon as we have run the Yankees out of Missouri, and that will not take more than two or three months."
Rodney tried to get into the carriage, but the black hands that were extended to him from every side barred his way, and much against his will he was obliged to linger long enough to give each of them a hasty grasp and shake. The only one who stood aloof was the black boy who had been Rodney"s playmate when the two wore pinafores, and he leaned against the corner of the house and howled piteously. Rodney felt relieved when the coachman banged the door of the carriage and mounted to his seat and drove off. His only traveling companion was his father, who intended to remain in Baton Rouge until he had seen the boy start on his way up the river.
It was dark when they reached the city, and after Rodney"s horse and his trappings had been left at a stable (civilian trappings they were too, for Rodney was afraid that a military saddle and bridle would attract attention and lead to inquiries that he might not care to answer), the coachman drove them to the house of a friend where they were to find entertainment until a St. Louis boat appeared.
"I am glad you did not go to a hotel," said their host, when he had given them a cordial welcome. "I heard last night that your entire company was going up the river, and that the authorities were thinking strongly of putting the last one of you under arrest."
Rodney and his father were speechless with astonishment.
"What business would they have to put us in arrest?" exclaimed the former, as soon as he found his tongue.
"How did the authorities learn that the Rangers had any notion of going up the river?" asked Mr. Gray.
"I am sure I don"t know," answered the host. "But it was currently reported on the street yesterday afternoon that the Mooreville company had mutinied, and that the Baton Rouge Rifles might have to go out there and bring them to a sense of their duty."
"Well, if that isn"t the most outrageous falsehood that was ever circulated about a lot of honest men I wouldn"t say so," exclaimed Rodney, who had never in his life been more amazed. "We didn"t mutiny. We simply refused to be sworn into the service of the Confederate States, and that was something we had a right to do. I will tell you how that story got abroad," he added, suddenly. "There"s some one in Mooreville who wants to get us into trouble, and I think I know who it is."
At this moment the door was softly opened and a darkey put his head into the room to announce:
"Da"s a gentleman in de back pa"lor wants to see Moster Rodney."
CHAPTER V.