"Indeed I am not," said Stephen.
"No," said the Colonel, thoughtfully, as to himself, "you don"t look like the man to fool."
Whereupon he set out with great strides, in marked contrast to his former languorous gait, and after a while they came to a sort of gorge, where the street ran between high banks of clay. There Stephen saw the magazines which the Confederates had dug out, and of which he had heard.
But he saw something, too, of which he had not heard, Colonel Catesby Jennison stopped before an open doorway in the yellow bank and knocked.
A woman"s voice called softly to him to enter.
They went into a room hewn out of the solid clay. Carpet was stretched on the floor, paper was on the walls, and even a picture. There was a little window cut like a port in a prison cell, and under it a bed, beside which a middle-aged lady was seated. She had a kindly face which seemed to Stephen a little pinched as she turned to them with a gesture of restraint. She pointed to the bed, where a sheet lay limply over the angles of a wasted frame. The face was to the wall.
"Hush!" said the lady,--"it is the first time in two days that he has slept."
But the sleeper stirred wearily, and woke with a start. He turned over.
The face, so yellow and peaked, was of the type that grows even more handsome in sickness, and in the great fever-stricken eyes a high spirit burned. For an instant only the man stared at Stephen, and then he dragged himself to the wall.
The eyes of the other two were both fixed on the young Union Captain.
"My G.o.d!" cried Jennison, seizing Stephen"s rigid arm, "does he look as bad as that? We"ve seen him every day."
"I--I know him," answered Stephen. He stepped quickly to the bedside, and bent over it. "Colfax!" he said. "Colfax!"
"This is too much, Jennison," came from the bed a voice that was pitifully weak; "why do you bring Yankees in here?"
"Captain Brice is a friend of yours, Colfax," said the Colonel, tugging at his mustache.
"Brice?" repeated Clarence, "Brice? Does he come from St. Louis?"
"Do you come from St. Louis, sir?"
"Yes. I have met Captain Colfax--"
"Colonel, sir."
"Colonel Colfax, before the war! And if he would like to go to St.
Louis, I think I can have it arranged at once."
In silence they waited for Clarence"s answer Stephen well knew what was pa.s.sing in his mind, and guessed at his repugnance to accept a favor from a Yankee. He wondered whether there was in this case a special detestation. And so his mind was carried far to the northward to the memory of that day in the summer-house on the Meramee heights. Virginia had not loved her cousin then--of that Stephen was sure. But now,--now that the Vicksburg army was ringing with his praise, now that he was unfortunate--Stephen sighed. His comfort was that he would be the instrument.
The lady in her uneasiness smoothed the single sheen that covered the sick man. From afar came the sound of cheering, and it was this that seemed to rouse him. He faced them again, impatiently.
"I have reason to remember Mr. Brice," he said steadily. And then, with some vehemence, "What is he doing in Vicksburg?"
Stephen looked at Jennison, who winced.
"The city has surrendered," said that officer.
They counted on a burst of anger. Colfax only groaned.
"Then you can afford to be generous," he said, with a bitter laugh.
"But you haven"t whipped us yet, by a good deal. Jennison," he cried, "Jennison, why in h.e.l.l did you give up?"
"Colfax," said Stephen, coming forward, "you"re too sick a man to talk.
I"ll look up the General. It may be that I can have you sent North to-day."
"You can do as you please," said Clarence, coldly, "with a--prisoner."
The blood rushed to Stephen"s face. Bowing to the lady, he strode out of the room. Colonel Jennison, running after him, caught him in the street.
"You"re not offended, Brice?" he said. "He"s sick--and G.o.d Almighty, he"s proud--I reckon," he added with a touch of humility that went straight to Stephen"s heart. "I reckon that some of us are too derned proud--But we ain"t cold."
Stephen grasped his hand.
"Offended!" he said. "I admire the man. I"ll go to the General directly.
But just let me thank you. And I hope, Colonel, that we may meet again--as friends." "Hold on, seh," said Colonel Catesby Jennison; "we may as well drink to that."
Fortunately, as Stephen drew near the Court House, he caught sight of a group of officers seated on its steps, and among them he was quick to recognize General Sherman.
"Brice," said the General, returning his salute, "been celebrating this glorious Fourth with some of our Rebel friends?"
"Yes, sir," answered Stephen, "and I came to ask a favor for one of them." Seeing that the General"s genial, interested expression did not change, he was emboldened to go on. "This is one of their colonels, sir.
You may have heard of him. He is the man who floated down the river on a log and brought back two hundred thousand percussion caps--"
"Good Lord," interrupted the General, "I guess we all heard of him after that. What else has he done to endear himself?" he asked, with a smile.
"Well, General, he rowed across the river in a skiff the night we ran these batteries, and set fire to De Soto to make targets for their gunners."
"I"d like to see that man," said the General, in his eager way. "Where is he?"
"What I was going to tell you, sir. After he went through all this, he was. .h.i.t by a piece of mortar sh.e.l.l, while sitting at his dinner. He"s rather far gone now, General, and they say he can"t live unless he can be sent North. I--I know who he is in St. Louis. And I thought that as long as the officers are to be paroled I might get your permission to send him up to-day."
"What"s his name?"
"Colfax, sir."
The General laughed. "I know the breed," said he, "I"ll bet he didn"t thank you."
"No, sir, he didn"t."
"I like his grit," said the General, emphatically, "These young bloods are the backbone of this rebellion, Brice. They were made for war. They never did anything except horse-racing and c.o.c.k-fighting. They ride like the devil, fight like the devil, but don"t care a picayune for anything.
Walker had some of "em. Crittenden had some. And, good Lord, how they hate a Yankee! I know this Colfax, too. He"s a cousin of that fine-looking girl Brinsmade spoke of. They say he"s engaged to her. Be a pity to disappoint her--eh?"
"Yes, General."
"Why, Captain, I believe you would like to marry her yourself! Take my advice, sir, and don"t try to tame any wildcats."
"I"m glad to do a favor for that young man," said the General, when Stephen had gone off with the slip of paper he had given him. "I like to do that kind of a favor for any officer, when I can. Did you notice how he flared up when I mentioned the girl?"
This is why Clarence Colfax found himself that evening on a hospital steamer of the Sanitary Commission, bound north for St. Louis.