"I demand your immediate and unconditional surrender!"
"I have the right to retire under a flag of truce and consider your proposition with my men--"
Pate started to go and Brown stood in front of him.
"You"re not going."
"You will violate a flag of truce?"
Brown signaled his men to advance and surround Pate.
"You"re not going, sir," he repeated.
"I claim my rights under a flag of truce accepted by you for this parley. An Indian respects that flag."
Brown pointed to his men who were standing within the sound of their voices.
"Order those men to surrender."
Pate folded his arms and remained silent.
Brown placed his revolver at the Deputy Marshal"s breast and shouted.
"Tell your men to lay down their arms!"
Pate refused to speak. There was a moment"s deadly silence and the Marshal"s posse, to save the life of their Captain, threw down their guns and the whole party were made prisoners.
The United States Cavalry at Fort Leavenworth were ordered to the scene to rescue the Deputy Marshal and his men.
CHAPTER XXII
The bugles at Fort Leavenworth sounded Boots and Saddles for the march on Brown and his guerrillas. The barracks were early astir with the excitement. Stern work might be ahead. Outlaws who would dare violate a flag of truce, to take a United States Marshal and his posse would have no more respect for cavalry. The men and officers were tired of disorder. They were eager for a stand up and knock down fight. They expected it and they were ready for it.
Stuart"s bride was crying. In spite of her young husband"s gay banter, she persisted in being serious.
"There"s no danger, honey girl!" he laughed.
She touched the big cavalry pistol in its holster, her lips still trembling.
"No--you"re just galloping off on a picnic."
"That"s all it will be--"
"Then you can take me with you."
Stuart"s brow clouded.
"Well, no, not just that kind of a picnic."
"There may be a nasty fight and you know it."
"Nonsense."
"It may, too."
"Don"t be silly, little bride," he pleaded. "You"re a soldier"s wife now. The bullet hasn"t been molded that"s going to get me. I feel it. I know it."
She threw her arms around his neck and held him in a long silence. Only a sob broke the stillness. He let her cry. His arms merely tightened their tender hold, as he caressed her fair head and kissed it.
"There, there, now. That"s enough. It"s hard, this first parting. It"s hard for me. You mustn"t make it harder."
"We"ve just begun to live, dearest," she faltered. "I can"t let you go.
I can"t stand it for an hour and you"ll be gone for days and days--"
She paused and sobbed.
"Why did I marry a soldier-man?"
"You had to, honey. It was fate. G.o.d willed it."
He spoke with deep reverence. She lifted her lips for his goodbye kiss.
He turned quickly to go and she caught him again and smothered him with kisses.
"I can"t help it, darling man," she sobbed. "I didn"t mean to make it hard for you--but--I"ve an awful presentiment that I shall lose you--"
Her voice died again in a pathetic whisper.
Stuart laughed softly and kissed the tears from her eyes.
"So has every soldier"s wife, honey girl. The silly old presentiment is overworked. It will pa.s.s bye and bye--when you see me coming home so many, many times to play that old banjo for you and sing our songs over again."
She shook her head and smiled.
"Go now--quick," she said, "before I break down again."
He swung out the door, his sword clanking and his arm waving. She watched him from the window, crying. She saw him mount his horse with a graceful swing. His figure on horseback was superb. Horse and man seemed one.
He looked over his shoulder, saw her at the window and waved again. She ran to her room, closed the door, took his picture to bed with her and cried herself to sleep.
The thing that had so worried her was that Colonel Sumner was taking Major Sedgwick with him for conference and a single squadron of fifty men under Stuart"s command. The little bride had found out that he was the sole leader of the fifty fighting men and her quick wit had sensed the danger of the possible extermination of such a force in a battle with desperadoes. She was ashamed of her breakdown. But she knew her man was brave and that he loved a fight. She would count the hours until his return.
Brown rallied a hundred and fifty men when the squadron of cavalry was ordered to the rescue of Pate and his posse. He entrenched himself on an island in Middle Ottawa Creek and from this stronghold raided and robbed the stores within range of his guerrillas. On June 3rd, he successfully looted the store of J. M. Bernard at Centropolis and secured many valuables, particularly clothing.
The raiding party was returning from the looted store as Stuart"s cavalry troop was approaching Brown"s camp.