The dogs raised a clamor, which directed all eyes to the road. Sol Simmons and the rest could be seen coming on a dead run.
"What does that mean?" said the Major anxiously.{221}
At the same instant there was a series of crashes behind the house; the firecrackers were going off like a volley of rifle-shots. The Major whirled around to see what that meant, and looked into the muzzle of Shorty"s revolver.
"Surrender, or I"ll kill you," shouted Shorty desperately. "Don"t stop a minit. Throw up your hands, I tell you."
Si was making a similar demand on Tuggers, while the "Squire was standing, open-mouthed, with the first word of the oath apparently still on his tongue.
The Major sprang at Shorty, whose bullet cut his hair. The next bullet caught the officer in the shoulder, and he reeled and went down. Si was not so fortunate with Tuggers, who succeeded in grappling him. Simmons dashed by and struck Si, in pa.s.sing, with his fist, which sent him to the ground, with Tuggers on top.
The next minute the "Squire, who was the only one who had any opportunity to look, saw Yankees pop out of the brush and jump the fences in a long, irregular line which immediately surrounded the house. Capt. McGillicuddy cut down Simmons with his sword, and the rest incontinently surrendered.
"We had got tired of waiting, and were on the point of dashing in, anyhow, when we heard the firecrackers," said Capt. McGillicuddy, after the prisoners had been secured and things quieted down. "That feller that I cut down was out there with a squad and caught sight of us, and started back this way, and I concluded to follow him up and jump the house. Neither of you hurt, are you?"{222}
"Not hurt a mite," answered Shorty cheerfully, "but it"s the closest squeak I ever had. Wouldn"t go through it agin for a pile o" greenbacks big as a cornshock. Say, Cap., you"ve made a ten-strike today that ought to make you a Major. That house"s plum full o" contraband, and there"s a lot o" important letters there. But, say, Cap., I want you to either kill that "Squire or git him as fur away as possible. I ain"t safe a minnit as long as him and that woman"s a-nigh me."
CHAPTER XVI. AN UNEXPECTED MARRIAGE
THE BOYS CAPTURE REBELS AND ADMINISTER THE OATH.
THE REBEL Major accepted the unexpected turn of events with soldierly philosophy. Tuggers, captured in a blue uniform, saw the ignominious fate of a spy loom up before his eyes. His face grew very white and set.
He sat down on a log, looked far away, and seemed oblivious to everything around him.
Jeff Hackberry and Sol Simmons were frightened into nerveless terror, and occasionally sighed and groaned audibly. Their men huddled together like frightened sheep, and looked anxiously at every move of their captors.
"Squire Corson had ventured two or three remarks in a judicial and advisory way, but had been ordered by Capt. McGillicuddy to sit down and keep quiet. He took a seat on a stump, pulled a large bandana out of his beaver crowned hat, wiped his bald head, and anxiously surveyed the scene as if looking for an opportunity when the power and dignity of the State of Tennessee might be invoked to advantage.
Only Mrs. Bolster retained her aggressiveness and her tongue. If anything, she seemed to be more savage and virulent than ever. She was wild that she had been outwitted, and particularly by Si, whose fluent speech had returned the moment the{224} firecrackers went oif. She poured out volleys of scorching epithets on all the Yankees from President Lincoln down to Corp"l Si Klegg, and fervently invoked for them speedy death and eternal torment where the worm dieth not and the fire is not quenched.
Capt. McGillicuddy rounded up his prisoners, took arms from those who still retained them, had Si and Shorty do what they could toward dressing the Major"s wound, and then began an examination of the house.
He found abundant evidence of all that he, Si and Shorty had believed of it. It was a rendezvous for spies, both great and small--both those, like Mrs. Bolster, who infested our camps, and got news of whatever was going on there, and those who operated on a larger scale, pa.s.sing directly from the Headquarters of the rebels to the Headquarters of ours, and to the rear, and the sources of information at Nashville and Louisville. It was an important station on the route for smuggling gun-caps, quinine, medicines and other contraband from the North.
Quant.i.ties of these were there waiting to be forwarded. As the source of the fighting whisky introduced into the camp of the 200th Ind. too much was known of it to require any further information. And it was more than probable that it was the scene of darker crimes--Union soldiers lured thither under some pretext, murdered and robbed.
"How in the world am I going to break this infernal nest up?" said Capt. McGillicuddy, with a puzzled air, after he had ordered the whisky destroyed and the other things gotten in shape to send{225} back to camp. "By rights, I ought to burn that house down, but that would leave all these children without shelter. By the same token, I ought to shoot or at least send off to prison that old she-catamount, but that would mean starving the children to death. I declare, I don"t know what to do."
He had drawn apart a little with Si and Shorty, to whom he spoke confidentially, while casting his eyes about him as if seeking some solution of the problem.
"If you"ll allow me. Captain," said Shorty, "I"ve an idee. Now that we"ve got the trap, let"s set it agin, and see if we can"t ketch some more."
"Splendid idea. Shorty," said the Captain, catching on at once.
"And my idee," said Shorty, emboldened by the reception of his first suggestion, "is that you take all the company but me and Si and four or fire of the boys back to camp, leavin" us here until to-morrow at least.
There"ll probably some very interestin" men happen along here to-night, not knowing what"s happened, and we"ll jest quietly yank "em in."
"That"s good," a.s.sented the Captain.
"In the meantime," continued Shorty, "you kin be considerin" what you"ll do with the house. It may be best to let it stand, and watch it. That"s a good way to do with a bee-tree or a woodchuck hole.
"I believe you are right. I"ll do as you say. Si, you and Shorty pick out as many men as you want to stay with you. I"ll leave one of these horses with you. If you should happen to need any more, mount one of the boys and send him back for help. I"ll come out with the whole company."{226}
Shorty and Si consulted together for a few minutes, picked out their men, gave their names to the Captain, and received his a.s.sent to the selection. Then Shorty said:
"Captain, you don"t want to take that old woman, the "Squire and that skunk they call Jeff Hackberry back to camp with you, do you? Leave "em here with us. I"ve got a little scheme."
"The old woman and the "Squire you can take and welcome," answered the Captain. "I"ll be glad to have them oif my hands. But Hackberry is a rebel soldier. I don"t know about giving him up."
"Leave him with us, then. We"ll turn him back to you all right, and the old woman and the "Squire, too, if you want "em."
"No," said the Captain, with an impatient wave of his hand. "Keep them, do what you please with them. If you should accidentally kill the old woman I should not be unduly distressed. But don"t let Hackberry get away from you. I"ll take the rest back to camp, and I must start at once, for it"s getting late, and we didn"t bring any rations with us.
Do you suppose you can find enough around the house to keep you till morning?"
"O, yes," said Si. "There"s a sack of meal in there and some side-meat.
We gave the old woman a lot of coffee. We"ll make out all right."
The prisoners had been watching the Captain and his men with greatest anxiety. They now saw Si with his squad take the "Squire. Mrs. Bolster and Hackberry off to one side, while the Captain placed the remainder of the prisoners in the center of his company and started back to camp with them.{227}
There was something in this separation that terrified even Mrs. Bolster, who stopped railing and began to look frightened.
"What are yo"uns goin" to do with we"uns?" she inquired hoa.r.s.ely of Si.
"You"ll find out soon enough," said Si significantly. "Set down there on that log and think about what you deserve. You might put in any spare time you have in doing some big repentin"."
Hackberry began to whine and beg for mercy, but Shorty ordered him to keep silent.
"I want you to understand," said the "Squire, "that I"m a regerlarly elected and qualified Magistrate o" the State o" Tennessee; that I"m not subjeck to military laws, and if any harm comes to me you"ll have to answer for it to the State o" Tennessee."
"Blast the State o" Tennessee," said Shorty contemptuously. "When we git through there won"t be no State o" Tennessee. It"ll be roasting in the same logheap with South Caroliny and Virginny, with Jeff Davis brilin"
in the middle."
"Boys," ordered Si, "a couple of you look around the house and see if you can"t find a mattock and shovel."
Terrible fears a.s.sailed the three unhappy prisoners at this. What could a mattock and shovel be wanted for but to dig their graves?
Shorty stepped over a little distance to a large clump of "red-sticks."
These grow in long wands of brilliant red, as straight as a corn-stalk, and slenderer. They are much used about the farms of the South for rods for rough measurement. He cut one off about six feet long and stripped off its leaves.{228}
The anxious eyes of the prisoners followed every movement.
Two of the boys appeared with an old mattock and shovel.
"Guess you"d better dig right over there," said Si, indicating a little bare knoll.
"Nothin" else"s ever bin planted there. At least nothin"s ever come up.
The chances are agin their comin" up if we plant "em there."