"Now," said Harry, "Jack and I will hide in the brush close to where the roads cross. If guards are sent there is where they will be stationed, and I want to be close enough to hear what they say."
Order was given to maintain a strict silence and to molest no one pa.s.sing along either road.
It was well that all the preparations had been made expeditiously, for hardly had Harry and Jack taken their position when hors.e.m.e.n were heard approaching down the cross road, and soon the shadowy forms of four men appeared.
They halted where the roads crossed and one said, "The orders are that Brown and I stay here while Hayden, you and Singleton are to ride towards the Yankee camp until you reach the rise where you can look down the road to the camp. Don"t go any nearer, for we don"t want them to know we are within forty miles of them. If the Yanks show signs of moving, report immediately. Better have Singleton report every hour, anyway."
"All right, Sergeant," replied Hayden. "You may be sure Singleton and I will keep our eyes open." And they rode away.
The men left fell to talking.
"Mighty quiet," said one.
"Yes, but if everything goes right it won"t be so quiet when the Yanks move. Why, if the Yanks ride into the trap, we ought to kill every last son of them at the first fire."
Harry and Jack lay chuckling as they listened.
In about an hour the man called Singleton came riding back. "The Yanks are there yet," he reported, "but they are keeping mighty quiet. There"s a dim fire burning and we can catch the shadow of one once in a while.
"That"s where Jerry wants them to stay. He was afraid they might take a notion to light out during the night."
Singleton rode back and again all was quiet. The Federals lay sleeping, their guns in their hands and revolvers by their sides. It would take but a word to bring them to attention.
About four o"clock the trampling of horses told the guerrillas were coming. In a whisper the word was pa.s.sed and in an instant every man was alert. But the guerrillas halted some distance from the main road and only three rode forward. They were Jerry, Stevens and Billy.
"How is it, Sergeant?" asked Jerry as they came up.
"As quiet as a churchyard. Hayden and Singleton are down the road watching if the Yanks move. I have Singleton report every hour. There he comes now."
Singleton rode up. "The Yanks are beginning to stir," he reported. "They are building fires, no doubt to make coffee. It makes my mouth water to think of coffee."
"You men will have coffee enough before long, but there"ll be a lot of blood spilling first," said Jerry.
"Sergeant, what time was it when you reached this post?" he asked suddenly.
"I should say somewhere near midnight," answered the Sergeant.
"Then the Yankees could have moved before you got here. Stevens, I thought I told you to have this cross-roads guarded and the Yankee camp watched as soon as we decided to attack. Slow, as usual. If this thing goes wrong, you pay for it."
"You know, Captain, it was eleven o"clock before I received orders to post the guard," said Stevens uneasily.
"Well, we have no time to lose now. Go back, have the force moved into the field and see that instructions are carried out to the letter.
Sergeant, you call in your men and join the force."
While these orders were being carried out Jerry and Billy lingered a minute looking over the field. "Couldn"t be a better place for an ambuscade," said Jerry. "If the Yanks ride into it, not a man will come out alive."
"Hark!" suddenly exclaimed Billy.
"What is it?" asked Jerry, startled.
"I thought a heard a horse stamping."
"It"s Hayden and Singleton coming in from guard."
"No, it was over there to the left, in the bushes. I"m sure I heard it."
Both gazed anxiously into the bushes, as if to pierce the secret they contained.
Harry"s heart stood still; was the ambuscade to be discovered at the last minute? But the wind had risen, and nothing was heard but the rustling of the leaves.
"I reckon you must have been mistaken," said Jerry.
"Perhaps," replied Billy, with a sigh. "Jerry, I don"t know why, but I feel as if everything is not right. You have told me so much about this Lawrence Middleton that I am afraid."
"Afraid of what?"
"I don"t know. What if he should discover this ambuscade?"
"I will fight him anyway. I now have over a hundred men and he has less than fifty. It will mean some loss to us, but we will have no trouble in beating him."
By this time Hayden and Singleton came up. They reported the Yankees were still in camp, but showed signs of moving.
"We have no time to lose then," said Jerry.
The gray dawn was just breaking in the east when the guerrillas filed into the field and formed their line.
"Move forward!" ordered Jerry, "until you nearly reach the crest of the ridge, then halt and dismount, leaving the horses in charge of every fourth man. The rest of you advance through the brush until you nearly reach the road. Be sure you are well concealed. When the enemy comes along take good aim at the man directly in front of you, and at the command, fire. Let not a shot be fired until the command is given. Give no quarter. Shoot the wounded as you come to them. But if you can capture the Yankee captain alive do so. I will have my reckoning with him afterwards. And it will be a reckoning that will make the devil laugh."
Every word of this was heard by Lawrence and his men, and the men fairly gnashed their teeth as they listened. It boded no good to the guerrillas that fell into their hands.
The guerrillas moved forward until about seventy-five paces from the waiting Federals. The order was given them to dismount, and the men not holding the horses moved forward and formed into line.
Lawrence was going to wait until they were over the ridge, but before he gave the order to advance, Lieutenant Stevens walked towards the bushes as if to reconnoiter, and a few more steps would have taken him into the midst of the Federals.
"Fire!" cried Lawrence.
The men sprang to their feet and poured in a crashing volley. Then with a wild cheer, without waiting for orders, they sprang forward, revolvers in hand, and sent a leaden hail into the demoralized ma.s.s. The effect was awful; men and horses went down. Never was surprise more complete.
From out the struggling ma.s.s came the groans of the dying and the shrieks of the wounded and terror-stricken. Horses reared and plunged, trampling on the dead and living.
Many fled on foot across the fields, others mounting in wild haste spurred their horses. But one thought filled the minds of all--to get away from that awful place.
Lawrence had given orders for the men holding the horses to rush forward at the first volley, so his men were almost as quickly mounted as the guerrillas.
In vain did Jerry and Billy try to stem the tide and rally the men. They were forced to join in the flight.
It now became a matter of single combat. Each trooper selected his victim and pursued him until he surrendered, or was shot down fighting.
Those who had fled on foot were first overtaken and then those who had the poorest mounts.