"A mind reader!" said Haskell, with suspicion. "What business has a mind reader in this war?"
"He could be of enormous value. If he were a real mind reader he could tell his general exactly what the opposing general intended to do.
I"m employed at a gigantic salary for that particular purpose."
"I guess you"re trying to be funny. Why do you carry both a rifle and a shotgun?"
"In order to hit the target with one, if the other misses. I always use the rifle first, because if the bullet doesn"t get home the shotgun, spreading its charge over a much wider area, is likely to do something."
"Now I know you"re trying to be funny. As I"m going about my business as fast as I can, I"ll leave you here."
"I like you so well that I can"t bear to see you go. Don"t move.
My rifle covers your heart exactly and you are not more than ten feet away. I shall have no possible need of the shotgun. Keep your hands away from your belt. You"re in a dangerous position, Mr. Haskell."
"I believe you"re an infernal rebel."
"Take out the objectionable adjective "infernal" and you"re right.
Keep those hands still, I tell you."
"What do you want?"
"Your dispatches! Oh, I must have "em. Unb.u.t.ton your coat and waistcoat and hand "em to me at once. I hate to take human life, but war demands a terrible service, and I mean what I say!"
His voice rang with determination. The man slowly unb.u.t.toned his waistcoat and took out a folded dispatch.
"Put it on the ground in front of you. That"s right, and don"t you reach for it again. Now, lay your canteen beside it!"
"What in thunder do you want with my canteen? It"s empty!"
"I can fill it again. This is a well watered country. That"s right; put it beside the dispatch. Now you walk about one hundred yards to the right with your back to me. If you look around at all I fire, and I"m a good marksman. Stand there ten minutes, and then you can move on!
That"s right! Now march!"
The man walked away slowly and when he had gone about half the distance Harry, picking up the dispatch, took flight again across the fields.
Climbing a fence, he looked back and saw the figure of John Haskell, standing motionless on a hill. He knew that the man was not likely to remain in that position more than half the allotted time. It was certain that he would soon turn, despite the risk, but Harry was already beyond his reach.
He leaped from the fence, crossed another field and entered a wood.
There he paused among the trees and saw Haskell returning. But when he had come a little distance, he shook his head doubtfully, and then walked toward the north.
"A counsel of wisdom," chuckled Harry, who was going in quite another direction. "I think I"ll read my dispatch now."
He opened it and blessed his luck. It was from Meade to Pleasanton, directing him to cut in with all the cavalry he could gather on the enemy"s flank. The Potomac was in great flood and the Army of Northern Virginia could not possibly cross. If it were harried to the utmost by the Union cavalry the task of destroying it would be much easier.
"So it would," said Harry to himself. "But Pleasanton won"t get this dispatch. Providence has not deserted me yet; and it"s true that fortune favors the brave. I"m John Haskell of the Fifth Pennsylvania and I can prove it."
He had put the canteen over his shoulder and the name upon it was a powerful witness in his favor. The dispatch itself was another, and his faded uniform told nothing.
Harry had pa.s.sed through so much that a reckless spirit was growing upon him, and he had succeeded in so much that he believed he would continue to succeed. Regretfully he threw the shotgun away, as it would not appear natural for a messenger to carry it and a rifle too.
He went forward boldly now, and, when an hour later he saw a detachment of Union cavalry in a road, he took no measures to avoid them. Instead he went directly toward the hors.e.m.e.n and hailed them in a loud voice.
They stopped and their leader, a captain, looked inquiringly at Harry, who was approaching rapidly.
Harry held up both hands as a sign that he was a friend, and called in a loud voice:
"I want a horse! And at once, if you please, sir!"
He had noticed that three led horses with empty saddles, probably the result of a brush with the enemy, and he meant to be astride one of them within a few minutes.
"You"re a cool one," said the captain. "You come walking across the field, and without a word of explanation you say you want a horse.
Don"t you want a carriage too?"
"I don"t need it. But I must have a horse, Captain. I ride with a message and it must be of great importance because I was told to go with it at all speed and risk my life for it. I"ve risked my life already.
My horse was shot by a band of rebels, but luckily it was in the woods and I escaped on foot."
As he spoke he craftily moved the canteen around until the inscription showed clearly in the bright sunlight. The quick eyes of the captain caught it at once.
"You do belong to the Fifth Pennsylvania," he said. "Well, you"re a long way from your regiment. It"s back of that low mountain over there, a full forty miles from here, I should say."
Harry felt a throb of relief. It was his only fear that these men themselves should belong to the Fifth Pennsylvania, a long chance, but if it should happen to go against him, fatal to all his plans.
"I don"t want to join my regiment," he said. "I"m looking for General Pleasanton."
"General Pleasanton! What can you happen to want with him?"
Harry gave the officer a wary and suspicious look, and then his eyes brightened as if he were satisfied.
"I told you I was riding with a message," he said, "and that message is for General Pleasanton. It"s from General Meade himself and it"s no harm for me to show it to so good a patriot as you."
"No, I think not," said the captain, flattered by the proof of respect and confidence.
Harry took the letter from his pocket. It had been sealed at first, but the warmth of the original bearer"s body with a little help from Harry later had caused it to come open.
"Look at that," said Harry proudly as he took out the paper.
The captain read it, and was mightily impressed. He was, as Harry had surmised, a thoroughly staunch supporter of the Union. He would not only furnish this valiant messenger with a good horse, but he would help him otherwise on his way.
"Dexter," he called to an orderly, "bring the sorrel mare. She was ridden by a good man, Mr. Haskell, but he met a sharpshooter"s bullet.
Jump up."
Harry sprang into the saddle, and, astride such a fine piece of horseflesh, he foresaw a speedy arrival in the camp of General Lee.
"I"ll not only mount you," said the captain, "but we"ll see you on the way. General Pleasanton is on Lee"s left flank and, as our course is in that direction, we"ll ride with you, and protect you from stray rebel sharpshooters."
Harry could have shouted aloud in anger and disappointment. While the captain trusted him fully, he would not be much more than a prisoner, nevertheless.
"Thank you very much, Captain," he said, "but you needn"t trouble yourself about me. Perhaps I"d better go on ahead. One rides faster alone."
"Don"t be afraid that we"ll hold you back," said the captain, smiling.
"We"re one of the hardest riding detachments in General Pleasanton"s whole cavalry corps, and we won"t delay you a second. On the contrary, we know the road so well that we"ll save you wandering about and losing time."