Lawrence could hardly help envying Randolph, who had found a haven of rest for at least some weeks, while he must once more face the hardships and dangers of the tented field.
The orders came in a couple of days and Lawrence went to say good-bye to his friends.
He found Leon and Randolph had been placed in one room, and there they lay, Union and Confederate, side by side, as they had lain on the battlefield, but now no blood-stained flag lay between them.
Lawrence watched as Lola, with gentle hands, administered to Randolph"s wants. He saw how his face lighted up as she came near, and--well, he didn"t like it.
When it came time for him to go and Lola followed him to the door, he said in a tone of carelessness, "Lola, as you have not only Leon, but Randolph to look after now, I suppose you do not care to hear from me any more."
The girl looked at him in surprise and tears gathered in her eyes.
"Lawrence, what do you mean?" she asked in a trembling voice. "Are you not my own, my true knight-errant?"
"There, Lola, I was only joking. Of course, I am your knight-errant,"
answered Lawrence hastily, "and my Lady of Beauty must not forget me.
G.o.d bless you, Lola." He raised her hand to his lips and was gone.
Lola gazed after him with troubled eyes, and then a thought, a thought that had never entered her head before, came. The color in her cheeks came and went. "He couldn"t have meant that," she murmured, as she looked at his retreating figure until it was out of sight. Then with a sigh she turned and went into the house.
CHAPTER XIII
PORTER CAPTURES PALMYRA
With the disastrous defeats and scattering of the guerrilla bands of Poindexter, Cobb and Porter, it looked as if Northeast Missouri was, at last, free from partisan warfare, but such did not prove to be the case.
Porter had escaped, and was soon back in his old haunts, gathering together as many of his followers as possible.
Harry Semans reported this fact to McNeil, who had now been appointed general in the Missouri militia. That officer could hardly believe that Porter would be able to gather a force large enough to do much damage, but he bade Harry be watchful and report at the first signs of danger.
"Hist! Bruno, keep quiet!"
It was Harry Semans, who was once more lying in a thicket by the side of the road, and as usual the faithful Bruno was by his side. The dog was now showing that he scented danger.
Harry"s method of scouting was peculiar. When in need of information he and Bruno generally scouted alone, and that during the night.
In the daytime he would lie concealed in some thicket, close to a road, his horse always picketed some distance from him. He would observe any men that pa.s.sed along the road, the direction they were going, and thus be able to determine whether the guerrillas were gathering for a raid or not. If so, it was his duty to find their rendezvous, report with all possible speed, and bring a Federal force down upon them.
When he thought best, he had no scruples in pa.s.sing himself off as a guerrilla. It was only in case of urgent necessity that he rode in the daytime. For one reason he did not wish the guerrillas to know he was always accompanied by a dog. In the night he could not be recognized, and he was never in fear of a surprise, for Bruno always gave warning.
To the guerrillas it was a matter of wonderment how the Federals so often found out their secret hiding places, and many a suspected Union man was accused of giving information, and suffered in consequence, when it was Harry who was the guilty party.
Feeling safe, McNeil had left only one small company in Palmyra to guard the place, and to protect the prisoners, of whom he had nearly a hundred. He was away looking after other posts in his territory.
The news of McNeil"s absence and the small number of soldiers at Palmyra was borne to Porter and he determined to make a raid on the village, liberate the prisoners, and capture some of the Union citizens who had made themselves obnoxious to Porter and his gang.
The news was given out and the guerrillas were rallying at a given place in the western part of the county. It was this gathering of the guerrillas that Harry was now watching.
He quickly quieted the dog and the cause of his excitement was now apparent, for six men came riding past, all armed to the teeth.
"There is deviltry on foot, old fellow," whispered Harry to Bruno, "and it "s up to us to find out what it is. There"s twenty of these villains ridden past since we"ve been hiding here.
"How I wish I could hear what they are saying," continued Harry. "I must, I _will_ find out what"s brewing."
Harry was in a place which he could not safely leave before night, so he waited impatiently for the coming darkness. As soon as he dared he made his way back to where he had left his horse, and cautiously led it to the road. He then mounted and rode in the direction the guerrillas had taken. Two or three times Bruno gave warning, and Harry quietly drew out by the side of the road and let men pa.s.s.
He had gone some two or three miles when he came to a main road leading to Palmyra. Bruno showed unusual excitement, and Harry stopped and listened intently. From up the road there came the sound of the trampling of horses, as if a large body of cavalry was coming.
"Quick, Bruno, we must get out of this," exclaimed Harry, and wheeling his horse he rode back a short distance. Then he rode into a clump of bushes where he dismounted and tied the horse. "I dare not leave you too near the road when that cavalry pa.s.ses, you might give me away," he said, patting his horse"s neck. "Bruno, you stay here."
Back on the run went Harry. Climbing a fence he quickly made his way to the road over which the cavalry must pa.s.s. Here a fence ran close to the road and the corners were overgrown with weeds and brush, making a safe hiding place.
He was none too soon. Six men came riding by. "An advance guard,"
muttered Harry.
In a short time the head of the column appeared, and in front rode two men. As they came abreast of Harry he heard one of them say, "What time do you expect to attack Palmyra, Colonel?"
"Just at daybreak." It was the voice of Colonel Porter that answered.
Harry breathed hard. It was Palmyra that was to be attacked, and he knew the weakness of the garrison. He calculated as closely as he could the number that pa.s.sed, and concluded there must be about four hundred in the band.
What was he to do? The whole force was squarely between him and Palmyra.
He could never get through that body of men. He must ride around. But would he have time? Could he find his way in the darkness? He could try.
Harry waited until the last man had pa.s.sed, then going back he mounted his horse and followed the band. So close was he after them that three or four stragglers overtook him, and taking him for one of their number, told him to hurry up or he would be too late for the fun.
"My hoss is plumb tired out," was Harry"s answer, "but I reckon I will git thar in time."
After riding three or four miles Harry came to a road that he believed might enable him to get around Porter"s force, and by hard riding get to Palmyra first and give warning. Taking the road he put his horse to a fast gallop. Two or three times he was hailed as he pa.s.sed houses, but he dashed on regardless of the fact that a bullet might be sent after him.
He soon became aware that the road was taking him away instead of in the direction he wished to go. He brought his horse down to a walk.
"I"m afraid it"s all up," he sighed, "but I will never cease trying until all hope is gone."
Keeping a sharp lookout he soon came to a road that ran in the direction he wished to go. True the road seemed but little traveled, but it was his only hope, so he turned into it, and again urged his horse forward.
The road twisted and turned and Harry soon lost all idea of direction.
Worse than all, it grew fainter and fainter and soon became little more than a trail. Harry felt himself hopelessly lost. He knew not where he was, nor in what direction he wanted to go, but he knew by the woods which bordered the trail he must be near a stream.
Soon he came to a clearing, in the middle of which stood a rough log house. There was a light burning in the house, and before it a horse stood saddled and bridled, and Harry noticed that a shotgun lay across the saddle.
Though he knew it was risky he determined to stop and find out where he was and to inquire the shortest way to Palmyra. Hitching his horse and telling Bruno to keep out of sight, but near him, he carefully made his way to the house. He soon became satisfied it was tenanted only by a man and woman; if there were children they were asleep.
The man kept coming to the door and looking out as if he expected some one. Harry saw he was a sinister looking fellow, and that he wore a belt which held in place a huge revolver. Harry waited until the man had closed the door after one of his visits, and then marching boldly up he gave a short rap.
The door was immediately opened and the man he had seen exclaimed, "h.e.l.lo, Steve, yo" un air late." When he saw Harry he stopped and his hand went to his belt, "Who be yo" un," he growled, "and what do yo" un want?"