"Lord, Claiborne, you don"t know what"s ahead of us! It"s the greatest thing that ever happened. I never expected anything like this--not on my cheerfulest days. Dearest Jules is out looking for a telegraph office to pull off the Austrian end of the rumpus. Well, little good it will do him! And we"ll catch him and Durand and that Servian devil and lock them up here till Marhof decides what to do with him. We"re off!"
"All ready, sir;" said Oscar briskly.
"It"s half-past two. They didn"t get off their message at Lamar, because the office is closed and the operator gone, and they will keep out of the valley and away from the big inn, because they are rather worried by this time and not anxious to get too near Marhof. They"ve probably decided to go to the next station below Lamar to do their telegraphing. Meanwhile they haven"t got me!"
"They had me and didn"t want me," said Claiborne, mounting his own horse.
"They"ll have a good many things they don"t want in the next twenty-four hours. If I hadn"t enjoyed this business so much myself we might have had some secret service men posted all along the coast to keep a lookout for them. But it"s been a great old lark. And now to catch them!"
Outside the preserve they paused for an instant.
"They"re not going to venture far from their base, which is that inn and post-office, where they have been rummaging my mail. I haven"t studied the hills for nothing, and I know short cuts about here that are not on maps. They haven"t followed the railroad north, because the valley broadens too much and there are too many people. There"s a trail up here that goes over the ridge and down through a wind gap to a settlement about five miles south of Lamar. If I"m guessing right, we can cut around and get ahead of them and drive them back here to my land."
"To the Port of Missing Men! It was made for the business," said Claiborne.
"Oscar, patrol the road here, and keep an eye on the bungalow, and if you hear us forcing them down, charge from this side. I"ll fire twice when I get near the Port to warn you; and if you strike them first, give the same signal. Do be careful, Sergeant, how you shoot. We want prisoners, you understand, not corpses."
Armitage found a faint trail, and with Claiborne struck off into the forest near the main gate of his own grounds. In less than an hour they rode out upon a low-wooded ridge and drew up their panting, sweating horses--two shadowy videttes against the l.u.s.tral dome of stars. A keen wind whistled across the ridge and the horses pawed the unstable ground restlessly. The men jumped down to tighten their saddle-girths, and they turned up their coat collars before mounting again.
"Come! We"re on the verge of morning," said Armitage, "and there"s no time to lose."
CHAPTER XXIV
THE ATTACK IN THE ROAD
Cowards and laggards fall back; but alert to the saddle, Straight, grim and abreast, vault our weather-worn galloping legion, With a stirrup-cup each to the one gracious woman that loves him.
--Louise Imogen Guiney.
"There"s an abandoned lumber camp down here, if I"m not mistaken, and if we"ve made the right turns we ought to be south of Lamar and near the railroad."
Armitage pa.s.sed his rein to Claiborne and plunged down the steep road to reconnoiter.
"It"s a strange business," Claiborne muttered half-aloud.
The cool air of the ridge sobered him, but he reviewed the events of the night without regret. Every young officer in the service would envy him this adventure. At military posts scattered across the continent men whom he knew well were either abroad on duty, or slept the sleep of peace. He lifted his eyes to the paling stars. Before long bugle and morning gun would announce the new day at points all along the seaboard. His West Point comrades were scattered far, and the fancy seized him that the bugle brought them together every day of their lives as it sounded the morning calls that would soon begin echoing down the coast from Kennebec a.r.s.enal and Fort Preble in Maine, through Myer and Monroe, to McPherson, in Georgia, and back through Niagara and Wayne to Sheridan, and on to Ringgold and Robinson and Crook, zigzagging back and forth over mountain and plain to the Pacific, and thence ringing on to Alaska, and echoing again from Hawaii to lonely outposts in Asian seas.
He was so intent with the thought that he hummed reveille, and was about to rebuke himself for unsoldierly behavior on duty when Armitage whistled for him to advance.
"It"s all right; they haven"t pa.s.sed yet. I met a railroad track-walker down there and he said he had seen no one between here and Lamar. Now they"re handicapped by the big country horse they had to take for that Servian devil, and we can push them as hard as we like. We must get them beyond Lamar before we crowd them; and don"t forget that we want to drive them into my land for the round-up. I"m afraid we"re going to have a wet morning."
They rode abreast beside the railroad through the narrow gap. A long freight-train rumbled and rattled by, and a little later they pa.s.sed a coal shaft, where a begrimed night shift loaded cars under flaring torches.
"Their message to Winkelried is still on this side of the Atlantic," said Armitage; "but Winkelried is in a strong room by this time, if the existing powers at Vienna are what they ought to be. I"ve done my best to get him there. The message would only help the case against him if they sent it."
Claiborne groaned mockingly.
"I suppose I"ll know what it"s all about when I read it in the morning papers. I like the game well enough, but it might be more amusing to know what the devil I"m fighting for."
"You enlisted without reading the articles of war, and you"ve got to take the consequences. You"ve done what you set out to do--you"ve found me; and you"re traveling with me over the Virginia mountains to report my capture to Baron von Marhof. On the way you are going to a.s.sist in another affair that will be equally to your credit; and then if all goes well with us I"m going to give myself the pleasure of allowing Monsieur Chauvenet to tell you exactly who I am. The incident appeals to my sense of humor--I a.s.sure you I have one! Of course, if I were not a person of very great distinction Chauvenet and his friend Durand would not have crossed the ocean and brought with them a professional a.s.sa.s.sin, skilled in the use of smothering and knifing, to do away with me. You are in luck to be alive. We are dangerously near the same size and build--and in the dark--on horseback--"
"That was funny. I knew that if I ran for it they"d plug me for sure, and that if I waited until they saw their mistake they would he afraid to kill me. Ugh! I still taste the red soil of the Old Dominion."
"Come, Captain! Let us give the horses a chance to prove their blood.
These roads will be paste in a few hours."
The dawn was breaking sullenly, and out of a gray, low-hanging mist a light rain fell in the soft, monotonous fashion of mountain rain. Much of the time it was necessary to maintain single file; and Armitage rode ahead. The fog grew thicker as they advanced; but they did not lessen their pace, which had now dropped to a steady trot.
Suddenly, as they swept on beyond Lamar, they heard the beat of hoofs and halted.
"Bully for us! We"ve cut in ahead of them. Can you count them, Claiborne?"
"There are three horses all right enough, and they"re forcing the beasts.
What"s the word?"
"Drive them back! Ready--here we go!" roared Armitage in a voice intended to be heard.
They yelled at the top of their voices as they charged, plunging into the advancing trio after a forty-yard gallop.
""Not later than Friday"--back you go!" shouted Armitage, and laughed aloud at the enemy"s rout. One of the horses--it seemed from its rider"s yells to be Chauvenet"s--turned and bolted, and the others followed back the way they had come.
Soon they dropped their pace to a trot, but the trio continued to fly before them.
"They"re rattled," said Claiborne, "and the fog isn"t helping them any."
"We"re getting close to my place," said Armitage; and as he spoke two shots fired in rapid succession cracked faintly through the fog and they jerked up their horses.
"It"s Oscar! He"s a good way ahead, if I judge the shots right."
"If he turns them back we ought to hear their horses in a moment,"
observed Claiborne. "The fog m.u.f.fles sounds. The road"s pretty level in here."
"We must get them out of it and into my territory for safety. We"re within a mile of the gate and we ought to be able to crowd them into that long open strip where the fences are down. d.a.m.n the fog!"
The agreed signal of two shots reached them again, but clearer, like drum-taps, and was immediately answered by scattering shots. A moment later, as the two riders moved forward at a walk, a sharp volley rang out quite clearly and they heard shouts and the crack of revolvers again.
"By George! They"re coming--here we go!"
They put their horses to the gallop and rode swiftly through the fog. The beat of hoofs was now perfectly audible ahead of them, and they heard, quite distinctly, a single revolver snap twice.
"Oscar has them on the run--bully for Oscar! They"re getting close--thank the Lord for this level stretch--now howl and let "er go!"
They went forward with a yell that broke weirdly and chokingly on the gray cloak of fog, their horses" hoofs pounding dully on the earthen road. The rain had almost ceased, but enough had fallen to soften the ground.
"They"re terribly brave or horribly seared, from their speed," shouted Claiborne. "Now for it!"