"I guess that is straight enough for Guitar to believe, instead of that upstart lieutenant," said Harry.
Back to find Guitar the scouts rode; but it was night when they found him and then nearly where they had left him. All day his men had marched beneath a broiling sun, and when they found out how they had been led astray, against the protests of Harry, they wanted to lynch the smart lieutenant; and it was a long time before the poor fellow heard the last of it.
Colonel Guitar concluded to rest his men until morning, and then continue the pursuit. "I will chase Porter clear to the Iowa line, if necessary, to catch him," he said.
While it was arranged that Colonel Guitar should march straight for Mexico, Lawrence, with a detail of ten men dressed as guerrillas, was to follow directly on the trail of Porter, thus keeping track of his movements. Lawrence chose ten of the Merrill Horse to go with him.
One of the men in looking over the squad and noticing that with Lawrence, Dan, and Harry there were thirteen of them, demurred, saying that another man should be added, as thirteen was an unlucky number. "No thirteen for me," he said.
"Step aside," ordered Lawrence. "I want no thirteen cranks. I, for one, am not troubled over the old superst.i.tion of thirteen. Who will volunteer to take this fellow"s place?"
A dozen were eager to go, and Lawrence chose a manly looking fellow.
"Our timid friend here counted wrong," he said. "He forgot Bruno, and he is equal to a dozen men."
This raised a laugh, and the party started in the highest spirits. After going a short distance, Lawrence halted and made his men a short speech.
"Boys," he said, "dressed as we are, it will be certain death if we are captured. If circ.u.mstances arise where we must fight, fight to the death--never surrender. We are strong enough to beat off any small party, and large ones we must avoid. But remember, our object is to get information, not to fight. To all appearances we must be simon-pure guerrillas. If we meet with guerrillas, as no doubt we will, keep cool, and let Harry or me do the talking."
"All right, Captain," they shouted, and they rode merrily forward, careless of what dangers they might meet. So often had they faced death, they considered him an old acquaintance.
They found little trouble in following the trail of Porter. Taken for guerrillas, every Southern sympathizer was eager to give them all the information possible.
For two days they traveled, frequently meeting with small parties of guerrillas, and to these Lawrence always represented they belonged south of the river, and had been obliged to cross to avoid a large party of Federals, and that they had concluded to keep on and join Porter.
By questioning, Lawrence found all of these parties had orders to join Porter at or near Paris. Some of these parties gave Lawrence a good deal of trouble by wanting to join forces with him, but he put them off by saying it would be safer to travel in small parties, as they would not then be so liable to attract the attention of the Federals.
Porter in his flight had crossed the North Missouri Railroad near Montgomery City, but in his haste did little damage.
It was after Lawrence had crossed this railroad that he had his first serious trouble. Here he came onto a company of at least fifty guerrillas under the command of Bill Duncan, a leader who often acted with Porter, and as noted for cruelty as he. The company was hastening to join Porter at Paris.
Lawrence thought it best to change his story. Duncan had roughly ordered him to join his company. This Lawrence firmly refused, saying they belonged to Poindexter"s command; that after Poindexter and Porter had parted, Poindexter had found it impossible for him to join Porter, as he had promised, and that he had been sent post-haste by Poindexter to find Porter and inform him of the fact.
"But now," said Lawrence, "I need go no farther, as you can carry this information to Porter."
"Where are you going if I do this?" asked Duncan.
"Back to join Poindexter, as I promised," said Lawrence.
"I don"t know but you are all right," said Duncan; "but I don"t like the looks of your men. What did you say your name was?"
"I haven"t told you, but it is Jack Hilton. Porter knows me well. Give him my respects. Be sure and tell him what I have told you, for it is very important. Good-day, Captain. Come on, boys," and Lawrence turned and rode back the way he had come.
Duncan watched them until they were out of sight; then, shaking his head, said: "I almost wish I hadn"t let them go, but I reckon they"re all right. That young chap in command told a mighty straight story."
About this time Lawrence was saying: "That was a mighty close shave, Dan. That fellow had a big notion to make trouble."
Bruno, who had been told to keep out of sight, joined them after they had gone some distance. He acted dejected and dispirited, and if he could have talked would have asked the meaning of it all. Time and time again he had given warning of the approach of guerrillas, only to have his master meet them as friends. He had given notice of the approach of Duncan"s party, and to his surprise nothing had come of it. He was a thoroughly disgusted dog, and walked along with drooping head and tail; but it only took a word from Harry to set him all right again.
"We must turn north again at the first opportunity," said Lawrence.
"This will put us back several miles."
They had not gone far before they met a solitary guerrilla. He was one of Duncan"s party, and had gone out of his way to visit a friend. He was halted, and explained who he was.
"Ah, yes," said Lawrence; "your company is just ahead. We left it only a few moments ago."
"Whar be yo" goin"?" asked the fellow.
"Back to join Poindexter, where we belong. I was carrying a message to Porter from Poindexter, but on meeting Duncan I gave it to him, so we are on our way back."
The fellow had sharp eyes, and Lawrence noticed that he was scrutinizing his party closely, and when he saw Harry, who had been a little in the rear, and just now came up, he started perceptibly, but quickly recovered himself, and exclaimed, "I must be goin"." Putting spurs to his horse, he rode rapidly away.
Harry gazed on his retreating figure, his brow wrinkled in perplexity.
Suddenly he cried: "Captain, I know that fellow, and I believe he recognized me. If he did, we are going to have trouble."
"Are you sure?" asked Lawrence, startled.
"Quite sure. I arrested him near Paris a couple of months ago, and he gave his parole. I had hard work to keep Bruno from throttling him.
Where is Bruno?"
"There he comes now," said Lawrence, "and he seems to be greatly excited."
Bruno was indeed greatly excited, and he ran around Harry, growling, and then in the direction the fellow had taken, looking back to see if Harry was following.
"Bruno knows him, too," said Harry. "He never forgets. If that fellow saw Bruno, it is indeed all up. He will tell Duncan, and we will have a fight on our hands as sure as fate."
"By hard riding we can reach Mexico and avoid the fight," said Lawrence; "but I don"t like the idea of running away."
"Nor I," said Harry. "Even if the fellow knew me, Duncan may not follow us."
"What do you think, Dan?" asked Lawrence.
Dan took a chew of tobacco, as he always did when about to decide anything weighty, and then slowly remarked: "Don"t like to run until I see something to run from."
"That"s it," cried Lawrence. "It is doubtful if Duncan follows us at all. If he does, it will be time enough to think of running."
It was therefore decided to take the first road they came to which led in the direction they wished to go. They soon came to the road, but before they turned into it, Lawrence took the precaution to make it appear that they had ridden straight on.
"Reckon Bruno and I will hang near this corner for a while," said Harry.
"I want to make sure whether we are followed or not. I feel in my bones Duncan is after us."
Harry had good reasons for feeling as he did, for the guerrilla whose name was Josh Hicks, had not only recognized him, but he had also seen Bruno, and he bore the dog an undying hatred, for it was he who had captured him, and would have killed him had not Harry interfered.
No sooner was Hicks out of sight of the scouts than he put his horse to the utmost speed. "I have an account to settle with that dawg and his master," he muttered, "and it will be settled tonight or my name is not Josh Hicks."
He overtook Duncan"s command, his horse covered with foam.
"h.e.l.lo, Josh, what"s up?" asked some of the men, as he dashed up. "Yo"
un acts as if the Merrill Hoss was after yo". What has skeered yo"?"