"Any signs of the Abolitionists on the hills at dawn?"
"A shot from a sniper on the Maryland side nipped one of the guards--"
"Then their headquarters and the reserves are back in those hills."
"I"m sure of it. I"ve sent a squad to get the sniper."
"All right, it"s daylight. Keep your marines away from the a.r.s.enal gate.
It"s barely fifty yards to the Engine House. We"ve got the Abolitionists penned inside. But they"re good shots."
"I"ve warned them, sir."
"No fighting now until Colonel Lee takes command. His train has just pulled in."
"Why the devil didn"t he come with us?" Green asked suddenly.
"Called to the White House for a conference with President Buchanan, in such haste that he couldn"t stop to put on his uniform. The Capital"s agog over this affair. The wildest rumors are afloat."
"Nothing to the rumors afloat here among these militiamen and dazed citizens."
"Colonel Lee will straighten them out in short order--"
Stuart suddenly stiffened to attention as he saw the soldierly figure of the Colonel approaching from the station with quick, firm step. Over his civilian suit he had hastily thrown an army overcoat and looked what he was, the bronzed veteran commander of the Texas plains.
He saluted the two young officers and quickly turned to his aide.
"No sign of a slave uprising, of course?"
"The invaders did their best to bring it on. They"ve taken about fifty negroes from their masters."
"Armed them?"
"With pikes and rifles."
"The invaders have robbed houses as reported?"
"Taken everything they could get their hands on. They forced their way into Colonel Washington"s home, dragged him from bed, stole his watch, silver, wagons, horses, saddles and harness. They hold him a prisoner with four of his slaves."
"Colonel Washington is now their prisoner?"
"With others they are holding as hostages."
"Hostages?"
"They swear to murder them all at the first sign of an attack."
"They won"t!" he answered sharply.
"I think they will, sir. They shot an unarmed negro porter at the depot and murdered the Mayor to-day as he was pa.s.sing through the streets.
They are expecting reinforcements at any minute."
"The militia are ready for duty?"
"Some are. Some are drinking."
Lee turned to Lieutenant Green.
"Close every barroom in town."
Green saluted.
"At once, sir."
Green turned to execute the order. The only problem that gave Lee concern was the use the invaders might make of the prisoners they held.
That they would not hesitate to expose them to death as a protection to their own lives he couldn"t doubt. Men who would dare the crime of raising a slave insurrection would not hesitate to violate the code of military honor.
He saw Stuart was restless. There was something on his mind. He half guessed the trouble and paused.
"Well, Lieutenant?"
Stuart laughed.
"I suppose, Colonel, you couldn"t possibly let me lead the a.s.sault on the Engine House, could you?"
Lee"s eyes twinkled at the eager look. The Colonel was a man as well as a soldier. And he was a father. He loved the shouts of children more than he loved the shouts of armies. In the pause he saw a vision. A little blue-eyed mother crooning over a baby which she had named for her sweetheart. The great heart forgot the daring soldier before him eager for a fight. He saw only the handsome husband and a wife at home praying G.o.d for his safe return. He could see her pressing the pink bundle of flesh to her heart, singing a lullaby that was a prayer. There would be no glory in such an a.s.sault. There was only the possibility of a b.l.o.o.d.y tragedy before a handful of desperadoes could be overcome. He faced his aide with a frown.
"Lieutenant Green is in command of the marines, sir. You are only my voluntary aide. You will act strictly within the rules of war."
Stuart saluted. He knew that his commander was a stern disciplinarian.
Argument was out of the question. He made up his mind, however, to watch for a chance to join in the attack, once it was begun.
Green returned from his errand leading an old negro who held one of Brown"s iron pikes.
The lieutenant thrust the trembling figure before the Colonel.
Lee studied him, and suppressed the smile that began to play about his lips.
"Well, uncle, this looks bad for you," he said finally.
"Lordee, Master, don"t you blame me!" the old negro protested.
"They found him hiding in the bushes," Green explained.
"Ya.s.sah," the old man broke in. "I wuz kivered up in de leaves!"
"That"s right, sir," Green agreed. "The pike was standing beside a tree.
They raked the leaves and found him in a hole."
"An" I tried ter git under de hole, too."