The troop came up and the order "Charge" was given. Soon the hindmost of the guerrillas and the foremost of the Federals began to exchange shots.
A guerrilla"s horse went down, but the rider scrambled to his feet and was over the fence and running like a deer when a carbine rang out and he fell, all crumpled up, and lay still.
Lawrence saw one of his men reel and then fall forward, clutching his horse"s neck. Some of the guerrillas riding the fleetest horses formed a rear guard, and taking advantage of every rise of ground would hold the advance of the Federals back as long as possible.
The chase had continued some three miles, when the road became narrow and lined with bushes on each side. Jerry saw his opportunity; he knew the pursuit must be checked, or his whole band would be captured or dispersed. As it was, he had already lost six or seven men. He dashed to the head of the column and quickly gave orders. As the men pa.s.sed him, three would spring from their horses and disappear in the brush, the fourth one riding on with the horses.
The road through the brush was a winding one, and Jerry was in hopes the Federals might not see what was being done and ride into the trap.
Mounted men would have but little chance in that narrow road against an enemy concealed in the brush. But Lawrence was not to be caught. He saw the opportunity afforded for just such a move; not only this, but he caught sight of the last of the guerrillas as they were disappearing in the brush.
"Halt!" he ordered.
His men drew rein, wondering why they were halted. When the column closed up, Lawrence ordered half of the men to dismount, form a skirmish line on each side of the road and to advance cautiously.
This was done, and soon the crack of the carbines and revolvers showed that the guerrillas had been aroused, and then the cheers of his men told Lawrence the enemy were retreating. Jerry had failed to draw the Federals into his trap, but he had saved his gang, for night was now near at hand and it would have been madness for Lawrence to continue the pursuit in the darkness.
Lawrence went into camp near a farmhouse, where he noticed there was plenty of provender for the horses.
The house was tenanted by a woman and three children. At the sight of the Yankees the children shrieked in terror and ran cowering behind their mother, who tried to preserve a brave front, but could not conceal her fears.
By questioning, Lawrence became convinced her husband was one of Jerry"s band, but he quieted her fears by saying, "There is no reason for you to be alarmed. Your house will not be disturbed. I will see that no soldier enters it. What feed the horses need I will take. I also see some fat pigs. I shall let my men kill one. Some sweet potatoes may be dug and a few chickens killed, but nothing will be taken that we do not actually need, and nothing will be destroyed. But for all I know we may be attacked. My advice is to go into the house, bar the door and keep quiet."
Lawrence had had two men wounded in the _melee_ and they were as tenderly cared for as possible.
The men were soon busy preparing supper, and chicken, fresh pork and sweet potatoes added to their rations, made, as they thought, a banquet fit for a king. All were in the highest spirits as they discussed the incidents of the day.
"I tell you," said one, "that young Captain of ours is a good one. Not many would have discovered that ambuscade, and we would have ridden plumb into it."
In this they were all agreed, and when they saw the preparations that Lawrence made to guard against a surprise at night they became convinced, more than ever, that their Captain was all right.
As for the guerrillas, they felt when night came that they were safe; but Red Jerry was wild with rage. As soon as he became convinced that the pursuit was over he called a halt. If he wished, he could have been miles away by morning, and out of all danger, but he did not wish. He was burning for revenge. He detailed two of his best men to go back and find where the Yankees camped and then report as soon as possible.
Runners were also sent out through the country to bring in all the men they could. By morning he believed he could rally at least a hundred men.
"They have not over fifty," said Jerry, as he discussed the matter with his officers. "If we can"t whip them we had better go out of business. I will have revenge or die in the attempt. We will wait until Carter and Holmes report, then lay our plans."
Lawrence, like Jerry, was not satisfied with what had been done. After supper, when the men sat around discussing the results of the day, he said nothing, but sat buried in thought.
"Why so glum, Captain?" asked Dan. "Has anything gone wrong?"
"Yes," replied Lawrence. "We have just scorched the guerrillas instead of capturing or dispersing them, and by morning they will be miles away.
I look upon our expedition as a failure."
"Pardon me, Captain," spoke up Harry, "but I believe you are mistaken when you say the guerrillas will be miles away in the morning. Instead, I look for an attack tonight or in the morning."
"What makes you think so?" asked Lawrence.
"In the first place, from what you tell me of Red Jerry, I do not think he is a man that will run away so easily. Then through that open country he had a good opportunity to ascertain our strength. He knows as well as you that we do not number over fifty. I took care to estimate his strength and he has about eighty. By morning he will have a hundred.
Instead of running away, I am confident he is not over three miles from us, laying plans as to how he can get his revenge."
"Do you really think so, Harry?" asked Lawrence, rising.
"I not only think so, but I am going to know so."
"But how?"
"By going to see. By tracking them to their lair."
"How many men will you need to go with you?" asked Lawrence.
"I want Jack only. Bruno, of course, will be one of the party. More would be in the way. Come on, Jack."
"Aren"t you going to take your horses?" cried Lawrence, seeing they were making preparation to start away on foot.
"Horses are no use on this scout. I hope to sneak up on them."
"Harry, I hate to see you go," said Lawrence, with feeling.
"Poof! I have had many a more dangerous job than this, but if we are not back by midnight, you may know something has happened. Come on, Jack."
The two boys and the dog were quickly swallowed up in the darkness. The men watched them as they went, and shook their heads. "Cap oughtn"t to have let them go," said one.
"Don"t worry," said Dan. "The boys can take care of themselves, and they have Bruno."
It was well they had Bruno, for after going a mile the dog turned up a road that crossed the one they were on. "We would have gone right on,"
said Harry. "It"s funny how much more a dog knows about some things than a man."
After following the cross-road a s.p.a.ce they saw the dim lights of a house ahead. They also became aware there were dogs on the place. Bruno began to bristle up.
"Quiet, old boy, no fuss," said Harry.
Bruno obeyed and walked meekly by his side.
But the dogs of the house barked so furiously that two men came out.
Harry and Jack sought shelter in a clump of bushes by the roadside. It was starlight and objects could be distinguished some distance away. The dogs began leading the men directly to where Harry and Jack lay. With revolvers in their hands, the boys waited. They knew a shot might destroy the object of their scout, but saw no way out of it. Just at this moment a rabbit scurried across the road, and the dogs, with yelps of delight, took after it.
"Them blame dawgs," growled one of the men, "to make all that fuss over a rabbit. But, Hicks, we "uns might as well git our hosses an" be goin"."
Just then two hors.e.m.e.n came galloping down the road. They halted at the sight of the two men and one cried, "Why, Sloan and Hicks, what"s up?
Why aren"t you with Red Jerry?"
"Jes" goin" to start," said Sloan. "Whar hev" yo" uns been?"
"Watching the Yanks. We"re on our way to report to Jerry. Hicks, the Yanks are camped on your place."
"What"s that? The Yanks camped on my place!" cried Hicks.
"Sure. Reckon you"ll be short on fodder and pork and sweet "taters by morning."
"The ole woman and children?" gasped Hicks.