that mighty quick."
"No quarrelling, boys," commanded Duncan. "Josh is all right. Don"t want to stay with the hosses, Josh?"
"Not by a thundering sight."
"All right, Josh, we will give you the first crack at that boy, the owner of the dawg, to settle old scores."
They were to creep up on the scouts and kill them as they slept. If an alarm was given, they were to rush on them and make quick work of it.
Slowly the guerrillas worked their way through the wood, as noiselessly and stealthily as Indians. By the dim light of the campfire they saw what they supposed were the sleeping forms of their enemies. The sentinel stood leaning against a tree, his head on his breast, apparently sound asleep.
The sentinel was right in front of Josh Hicks. He drew a huge knife, his eyes gleaming with hate and cruelty. Nearer and nearer he crept, then sprang forward and buried his knife in the bosom of the supposed man, but instead of striking flesh and bone, he struck a log of wood, and so fierce was the blow he could not withdraw the knife.
As he struck there was a hoa.r.s.e growl, a huge form shot through the air, and the teeth of Bruno were buried in his throat. He gave a blood-curdling yell, which died away in a sickening gurgle.
The guerrillas, thinking themselves discovered, rushed upon the sleeping forms. As they came into the light, the woods to the right and left burst into flame. Men reeled and, clutching the air, fell. The wood resounded with horrid curses, groans, and yells of terror.
Firing a random volley, those that lived turned and fled, pursued by the scouts. The battle was soon over. A full third of the attacking force lay on the ground, dead or grievously wounded. But of all the dead, there was none so ghastly as Josh Hicks. He lay with his throat torn in shreds, and on his face there was still a look of mortal terror.
The next morning, when the guerrillas came creeping back to bury their dead and care for the wounded, a feeling of superst.i.tious awe crept over them when they saw the body of Josh Hicks.
"That dawg--that dawg!" they whispered. "Poor Josh! He must have had a presentiment."
From that time on Bruno was to them an uncanny beast, in league with evil spirits.
CHAPTER VI
KIRKSVILLE
No sooner had the affrighted cries of the guerrillas died away, than Lawrence, calling back his men, said: "We must now be up and away. By morning the guerrillas will be over their fright, and we will be surrounded. Let the dead and wounded lie, though make the wounded as comfortable as possible. It will not be long before some of their comrades will be creeping back to care for them."
To Lawrence"s delight, he found that not a single one of his men had been harmed. In the highest of spirits, the men mounted their horses and rode away.
All night they rode and, when morning came, they halted by a field of corn, and once more gave their horses a fine feed, while the men made coffee and feasted on roasting ears.
"Boys, which shall it be--Mexico or Paris?" asked Lawrence. "From what we learned from Duncan, it is the intention of Porter to unite all his force near Paris, and then move north. Guitar must be in Mexico by this time, but there will be no fighting there. No doubt he will keep on to Paris."
"To Paris!" shouted the men. "Let"s go where the fighting will be. Our horses are quite fresh. We can be there by night."
"What if we run into Porter and his whole gang?" asked Lawrence, smiling.
"Lick the whole gang!" they yelled.
"You"re all right, boys, but I hardly think you can do that; at least, we won"t try as long as I"m leader," laughed Lawrence.
The day was hot and the roads dusty, and Lawrence favored the horses all possible, but they made good progress. Taken for guerrillas by the inhabitants, they fared well, and much information was given them.
Much to Lawrence"s surprise, he learned that Porter had taken and sacked Paris the day before, and that McNeil had moved down from Palmyra and driven him out. More serious still was the news that Porter had been reinforced, and had attacked and expected to recapture the place.
This was news, indeed. If true, Porter was squarely between them and Paris. A consultation was held, and it was the unanimous opinion that they should keep on and join McNeil, if they could.
As they neared Paris, they heard firing, and became aware a slight skirmish was in progress. They halted, and while debating what best to do, a couple of guerrillas came riding towards them.
"Who be yo" un?" they asked of Lawrence, as they rode up.
"We "uns are from Galloway County, on our way to join Porter," answered Lawrence. "I heah fightin". What is it?"
"Oh, a few of us are only amusing the Yanks while Porter gits away,"
said the men.
"Then Porter is not heah?"
"No; he an" most of his men air miles north by this time. He left about a hundred of us here to make believe we "uns ware goin" to attack Paris, so to give him time to git away. Thar, yo" uns don"t hear any shooting now. The boys have amused the Yanks as long as they wanted to, and now air on their way to jine Porter, and bet your life the Yanks don"t catch them."
"What are you doing here, away from your command?" asked Lawrence, sternly.
The guerrillas started at the change in the speech and manner of Lawrence. "We "uns," they stammered, "we "uns live about five miles back, and we "uns was goin" to see the folks. We "uns can easily overtake the boys by riding all night."
A sign from Lawrence, and, to the amazement of the guerrillas, they were looking into the muzzles of revolvers.
"It"s all up with you, fellows," said Lawrence. "We are Yanks. Boys, disarm them."
The guerrillas" faces were as white as chalk, and they began to beg for their lives. They had only just joined Porter, they declared, and they were sick of it already. They had never molested a Union man. In fact, they had told a lie--they were deserting, instead of going to visit their families, as they said.
"If that is the case," said Lawrence, "you will readily give us all the information you can. No doubt Colonel McNeil will be pleased to see you; so come along."
It was as the prisoners had said--the guerrillas had gone, and Lawrence had no trouble in riding into Paris, where he was gladly welcomed by McNeil, who had been in fear he was being attacked by an overwhelming force. It was welcome news that Lawrence brought, that Colonel Guitar was in Mexico by this time, with five hundred good men; but that Porter was retreating north, was a big surprise to McNeil.
"He must have at least a thousand men," said McNeil. "I thought he would stay and fight this time, sure. I see we will have to chase the fox."
During the night the advance of Colonel Guitar"s column came in. Guitar had been taken sick at Mexico, but had sent forward five hundred men under the command of Lieutenant-Colonel Shaffer.
McNeil, his force now augmented by Shaffer"s, resolved to push Porter to the limit, and if possible bring him to battle.
A pursuit now commenced which lasted a week--a pursuit that every soldier that was present will always remember. Men grew haggard for want of sleep; horses staggered under the weight of their riders, and then fell dying by the side of the road. Across prairies and streams, through woods and tangled thickets, over rocky hills, almost inaccessible, the pursuit led. By every art known to the wily Porter did he try to mislead his pursuers; but they hung on to his trail like grim death.
More than once would the pursuers have been at fault had it not been for Lawrence and his little band of scouts. Hanging on to the flank and at times almost ahead of Porter, they were enabled to keep McNeil well posted as to the movements of his foes.
More than once did the faithful Bruno keep the scouts from falling into ambuscades, and more than once shots were fired at him by the vengeful guerrillas. But Bruno had become as cunning and wary as a fox in keeping out of danger. It was but a glimpse the guerrillas could get at him as he stole through the woods.
"What now, Bruno? What"s the matter?" asked Lawrence one day, as the dog came rushing back in the greatest excitement. The scouts were in advance, and had been following the trail through a rough and broken country.
The dog gave a short bark, and looked to the front, as if to say, "Look out--trouble ahead."
Lawrence gave the order to halt, and told Harry and another of the company to dismount and steal carefully through the woods, and see what they could discover. They did so, and soon came to a stream. The bridge that spanned it had, to Harry"s astonishment, been only partially destroyed; it could easily be crossed. This looked suspicious. The other bank of the stream was covered by a thick growth of bushes. Their leaves rustled gently as they were touched by the breeze, and that was all.