"No," said Chad, quickly. "That wicker lounge will do. He will be cooler on the porch." Then he stooped, and loosening the Sergeant"s blouse and shirt examined the wound.
"It"s only through the shoulder, Lieutenant," said the man, faintly. But it was under the shoulder, and Chad turned.
"Jake," he said, sharply, "go back and bring a surgeon-and an officer to relieve me. I think he can be moved in the morning, Mrs. Dean. With your permission I will wait here until the Surgeon comes. Please don"t disturb yourself further"-Margaret had appeared at the door, with some bandages that she and her mother had been making for Confederates and behind her a servant followed with towels and a pail of water-"I am sorry to trespa.s.s."
"Did the bullet pa.s.s through?" asked Mrs. Dean, simply.
"No, Mrs. Dean," said Chad.
Margaret turned indoors. Without another word, her mother knelt above the wounded man, cut the shirt away, staunched the trickling blood, and deftly bound the wound with lint and bandages, while Chad stood, helplessly watching her.
"I am sorry," he said again, when she rose, "sorry-"
"It is nothing," said Mrs. Dean, quietly. "If you need anything, you will let me know. I shall be waiting inside."
She turned and a few moments later Chad saw Margaret"s white figure swiftly climb the stairs-but the light still burned in the noiseless room below.
Meanwhile Dan and Jerry Dillon were far across the fields on their way to rejoin Morgan. When they were ten miles away, Dan, who was leading, turned.
"Jerry, that Lieutenant was an old friend of mine. General Morgan used to say he was the best scout in the Union Army. He comes from your part of the country, and his name is Chad Buford. Ever heard of him?"
"I"ve knowed him sence he was a chunk of a boy, but I don"t rickollect ever hearin" his last name afore. I naver knowed he had any."
"Well, I heard him call one of his men Jake-and he looked exactly like you." The giant pulled in his horse.
"I"m goin" back."
"No, you aren"t," said Dan; "not now-it"s too late. That"s why I didn"t tell you before." Then he added, angrily: "You are a savage and you ought to be ashamed of yourself harboring such hatred against your own blood-brother."
Dan was perhaps the only one of Morgan"s Men who would have dared to talk that way to the man, and Jerry Dillon took it only in sullen silence.
A mile farther they struck a pike, and, as they swept along, a brilliant light glared into the sky ahead of them, and they pulled in. A house was in flames on the edge of a woodland, and by its light they could see a body of men dash out of the woods and across the field on horseback, and another body dash after them in pursuit-the pursuers firing and the pursued sending back defiant yells. Daws Dillon was at his work again, and the Yankees were after him.
Long after midnight Chad reported the loss of his prisoner. He was much chagrined-for failure was rare with him-and his jaw and teeth ached from the blow Dan had given him, but in his heart he was glad that the boy had got away When he went to his tent, Harry was awake and waiting for him.
"It"s I who have escaped," he said; "escaped again. Four times now we have been in the same fight. Somehow fate seems to be pointing always one way-always one way. Why, night after night, I dream that either he or I-" Harry"s voice trembled-he stopped short, and, leaning forward, stared out the door of his tent. A group of figures had halted in front of the Colonel"s tent opposite, and a voice called, sharply:
"Two prisoners, sir. We captured "em with Daws Dillon. They are guerillas, sir."
"It"s a lie, Colonel," said an easy voice, that brought both Chad and Harry to their feet, and plain in the moonlight both saw Daniel Dean, pale but cool, and near him, Rebel Jerry Dillon-both with their hands bound behind them.
CHAPTER 24.
A RACE BETWEEN DIXIE AND DAWN
But the sun sank next day from a sky that was aflame with rebel victories. It rose on a day rosy with rebel hopes, and the prophetic coolness of autumn was in the early morning air when Margaret in her phaeton moved through the front pasture on her way to town-alone. She was in high spirits and her head was lifted proudly. Dan"s boast had come true. Kirby Smith had risen swiftly from Tennessee, had struck the Federal Army on the edge of the Bluegra.s.s the day before and sent it helter-skelter to the four winds. Only that morning she had seen a regiment of the hated Yankees move along the turnpike in flight for the Ohio. It was the Fourth Ohio Cavalry, and Harry and one whose name never pa.s.sed her lips were among those dusty cavalrymen; but she was glad, and she ran down o the stile and, from the fence, waved the Stars and Bars at them as they pa.s.sed-which was very foolish, but which brought her deep content. Now the rebels did hold Lexington. Morgan"s Men were coming that day and she was going into town to see Dan and Colonel Hunt and General Morgan and be fearlessly happy and triumphant. At the Major"s gate, whom should she see coming out but the dear old fellow himself, and, when he got off his horse and came to her, she leaned forward and kissed him, because he looked so thin and pale from confinement, and because she was so glad to see him. Morgan"s Men were really coming, that very day, the Major said, and he told her much thrilling news. Jackson had obliterated Pope at the second battle of Mana.s.sas. Eleven thousand prisoners had been taken at Harper"s Ferry and Lee had gone on into Maryland on the flank of Washington. Recruits were coming into the Confederacy by the thousands. Bragg had fifty-five thousand men and an impregnable stronghold in front of Buell, who had but few men more-not enough to count a minute, the Major said.
"Lee has routed "em out of Virginia," cried the old fellow, "and Buell is doomed. I tell you, little girl, the fight is almost won."
Jerome Conners rode to the gate and called to the Major in a tone that arrested the girl"s attention. She hated that man and she had noted a queer change in his bearing since the war began. She looked for a flash of anger from the Major, but none came, and she began to wonder what hold the overseer could have on his old master.
She drove on, puzzled, wondering, and disturbed; but her cheeks were flushed-the South was going to win, the Yankees were gone, and she must get to town in time to see the triumphant coming of Morgan"s Men. They were coming in when she reached the Yankee head-quarters, which, she saw, had changed flags-thank G.o.d-coming proudly in, amid the waving of the Stars and Bars and frenzied shouts of welcome. Where were the Bluegra.s.s Yankees now? The Stars and Stripes that had fluttered from their windows had been drawn in and they were keeping very quiet, indeed-Oh! it was joy! There was gallant Morgan himself swinging from Black Bess to kiss his mother, who stood waiting for him at her gate, and there was Colonel Hunt, gay, debonair, jesting, shaking hands right and left, and crowding the streets, Morgan"s Men-the proudest blood in the land, every gallant trooper getting his welcome from the lips and arms of mother, sister, sweetheart, or cousin of farthest degree. But where was Dan? She had heard nothing of him since the night he had escaped capture, and while she looked right and left for him to dash toward her and swing from his horse, she heard her name called, and turning she saw Richard Hunt at the wheel of her phaeton. He waved his hand toward the happy reunions going on around them.
"The enforced brotherhood, Miss Margaret," he said, his eyes flashing, "I belong to that, you know."
For once the subtle Colonel made a mistake. Perhaps the girl in her trembling happiness and under the excitement of the moment might have welcomed him, as she was waiting to welcome Dan, but she drew back now.
"Oh! no, Colonel-not on that ground."
Her eyes danced, she flushed curiously, as she held out her hand, and the Colonel"s brave heart quickened. Straightway he began to wonder-but a quick shadow in Margaret"s face checked him.
"But where"s Dan? Where is Dan?" she repeated, impatiently.
Richard Hunt looked puzzled. He had just joined his command and something must have gone wrong with Dan. So he lied swiftly.
"Dan is out on a scout. I don"t think he has got back yet. I"ll find out."
Margaret watched him ride to where Morgan stood with his mother in the midst of a joyous group of neighbors and friends, and, a moment later, the two officers came toward her on foot.
"Don"t worry, Miss Margaret," said Morgan, with a smile. "The Yankees have got Dan and have taken him away as prisoner-but don"t worry, we"ll get him exchanged in a week. I"ll give three brigadier-generals for him."
Tears came to the girl"s eyes, but she smiled through them bravely.
"I must go back and tell mother," she said, brokenly. "I hoped-"
"Don"t worry, little girl," said Morgan again. "I"ll have him if I have to capture the whole State of Ohio."
Again Margaret smiled, but her heart was heavy, and Richard Hunt was unhappy. He hung around her phaeton all the while she was in town. He went home with her, cheering her on the way and telling her of the Confederate triumph that was at hand. He comforted Mrs. Dean over Dan"s capture, and he rode back to town slowly, with his hands on his saddle-bow-wondering again. Perhaps Margaret had gotten over her feeling for that mountain boy-that Yankee-and there Richard Hunt checked his own thoughts, for that mountain boy, he had discovered, was a brave and chivalrous enemy, and to such, his own high chivalry gave salute always.
He was very thoughtful when he reached camp. He had an unusual desire to be alone, and that night, he looked long at the stars, thinking of the girl whom he had known since her babyhood-knowing that he would never think of her except as a woman again.
So the Confederates waited now in the Union hour of darkness for Bragg to strike his blow. He did strike it, but it was at the heart of the South. He stunned the Confederacy by giving way before Buell. He brought hope back with the b.l.o.o.d.y battle of Perryville. Again he faced Buell at Harrodsburg, and then he wrought broadcast despair by falling back without battle, dividing his forces and retreating into Tennessee. The dream of a battle-line along the Ohio with a hundred thousand more men behind it was gone and the last and best chance to win the war was lost forever. Morgan, furious with disappointment, left Lexington. Kentucky fell under Federal control once more; and Major Buford, dazed, dismayed, unnerved, hopeless, brought the news out to the Deans.
"They"ll get me again, I suppose, and I can"t leave home on account of Lucy."
"Please do, Major," said Mrs. Dean. "Send Miss Lucy over here and make your escape. We will take care of her." The Major shook his head sadly and rode away.
Next day Margaret sat on the stile and saw the Yankees coming back to Lexington. On one side of her the Stars and Bars were fixed to the fence from which they had floated since the day she had waved the flag at them as they fled. She saw the advance guard come over the hill and jog down the slope and then the regiment slowly following after. In the rear she could see two men, riding unarmed. Suddenly three cavalrymen spurred forward at a gallop and turned in at her gate. The soldier in advance was an officer, and he pulled out a handkerchief, waved it once, and, with a gesture to his companions, came on alone. She knew the horse even before she recognized the rider, and her cheeks flushed, her lips were set, and her nostrils began to dilate. The horseman reined in and took off his cap.
"I come under a flag of truce," he said, gravely, "to ask this garrison to haul down its colors-and-to save useless effusion of blood," he added, still more gravely.
"Your war on women has begun, then?"
"I am obeying orders-no more, no less."