Harry did not dare to say more. And so Providence, which had been watching over him so well, had decided now to leave him and watch over the other fellow. But he had at least one consolation. Pleasanton was on Lee"s flank and their ride did not turn him from the line of his true objective. Every beat of his horse"s hoofs would bring him nearer to Lee. Invincible youth was invincibly in the saddle again, and he said confidently to the captain:
"Let"s start."
"All right. You keep by my side, Haskell. You appear to be brave and intelligent and I want to ask you questions."
The tone, though well meant, was patronizing, but Harry did not resent it.
"This troop is made up of Ma.s.sachusetts men, and I"m from Ma.s.sachusetts too," continued the captain. "My name is Lester, and I had just graduated from Harvard when the war began."
"Good stock up there in Ma.s.sachusetts," said Harry boldly, "but I"ve one objection to you."
"What"s that?"
"Everything wonderful in our history was done by you. No chance was left for anybody else."
"Well, not everything, but almost everything. Good old Ma.s.sachusetts!
As Webster said, "There she stands!""
"It was mostly New York and Pennsylvania that stood at Gettysburg."
"Yes, you did very well there."
"Don"t you think, Captain, that a nation or a state is often lucky in its possession of writers?"
"I don"t catch your drift exactly."
"I"ll make an ill.u.s.tration. I"ve often wondered what were the Persian accounts of Marathon and Thermopylae, of Salamis and Plataea. Now most of our history has been written by Ma.s.sachusetts men."
"And you insinuate that they have glorified my state unduly?"
"The expression is a trifle severe. Let"s say that they have dwelled rather long upon the achievements of Ma.s.sachusetts and not so long upon those of New York and Pennsylvania."
"Then let New York and Pennsylvania go get great writers. No state can be truly great without them. There"s another detachment of ours just ahead, but we"ll talk to them only a minute or two."
The second detachment reported that Pleasanton, with a heavy cavalry force, was about six miles farther west and that there was a fair road all the way. They should overtake him in an hour.
Harry"s heart beat hard. Unless something happened within that hour he would never reach Lee, and his brain began to work with extraordinary activity. Plans pa.s.sed in review before it as rapidly as pictures on a film, but all were rejected. He was in despair. They were trotting rapidly down a smooth road. A quarter of an hour pa.s.sed and then a half-hour. A low bare hill appeared immediately on their right, and Harry saw beyond it the tops of trees.
"Captain Lester," he said, "suppose that you and I ride to the crest of the hill. You have strong gla.s.ses, so have I, and we may see something worth while. The men will ride on, but we can easily overtake them."
"Not a bad idea, Haskell," said the captain, still in that slightly patronizing tone. "I judge by your speech that you"re a well educated man, and you appear to think."
They rode quickly to the summit, and Lester, putting his gla.s.ses to his eyes, gazed westward over a vast expanse of cultivated country. But Harry looking immediately down the slope, saw the forest that he wished.
Lester swept the gla.s.ses in a wide circle, looking for Union troops.
His own troop was about a hundred yards ahead and the hoofbeats were growing fainter. Then Harry"s courage almost failed him, but necessity was instant and cruel. Still he modified the blow, nor did he use any weapon, save one that nature had given him.
"Look out!" he cried, and as Lester turned in astonishment he struck him on the point of the jaw. Even as his fist flashed forward he held back a little and his full strength was not in the blow.
Nevertheless it was sufficient to strike Lester senseless, and he slid from his horse. Harry caught him by the shoulder and eased him in his fall. Then he lay stretched on his back in the gra.s.s like one asleep, with his horse staring at him. Harry knew that he would revive in a minute or two, and with a "Farewell, Captain Lester," he galloped down the slope and into the covering woods.
He knew that Lester"s men, finding that they did not follow, would quickly come back, and he raced his horse among the trees as fast as he dared. A couple of miles between him and the hill and he felt safe, at least so far as the troop of Captain Lester was concerned. Fortune seemed to have made him a favorite again, but he knew that dangers were still as thick around him as leaves in Vallombrosa.
He tied his horse, climbed a tree, and used his gla.s.ses. Two miles to the west the bright sun flashed on long lines of mounted men, obviously the hors.e.m.e.n of Pleasanton. How was he to get through that cavalry screen and reach Lee? He did not see a way, but he knew that to find, one must seek. His desire to get through, intense as it always had been, was now doubled. He not only carried the news to Lee about the possible ford, but he also bore Meade"s dispatch to Pleasanton, directing a movement which, if successful, must be most dangerous to the Army of Northern Virginia.
He descended the tree and waited a while in the forest. He found a spring at which he drank, and he filled the canteen. It was a precious canteen with the name of John Haskell engraved upon it, and he meant that it should carry him through all dangers into his camp. But he did not mean to use it yet. If he rode into Pleasanton"s ranks they would merely take his letter to the general, and that would be the failure of his real mission.
Night was now not far distant, and, concluding that he had a much better chance to run the gantlet under its cover, he still waited in the wood until the twilight came.
Wrapped in a coil of dangers he was ready to risk anything. Quickness, resource and boldness, of which the last had been most valuable, had brought him so far, and, encouraged by success, he rode forward full of confidence.
On his right was a small house standing among the usual shade trees, and, approaching it without hesitation, he spoke to a man who stood in the yard.
"Which way is General Pleasanton?" he asked.
The man hesitated.
"I belong to the Fifth Pennsylvania," said Harry, pointing to the name on the canteen, still visible in the twilight. The man"s eyes brightened and he replied:
"Down there," pointing toward the southwest.
"I"ve a message for him and I don"t want to run into any of the rebel raiders."
"Then you keep away from there," he said, pointing due west.
"What"s the trouble in that direction?"
"Jim Hurley was here about an hour ago. The whole country is terribly excited about these big armies marching over it, and he said that our cavalry was riding on fast. A lot of it was ahead of the rebel army, but straight there in the west some of the rebel hors.e.m.e.n had spread out on their own flank. If you went that way in the night you"d be sure to run right into a nest of "em."
"So the Johnnies are west of us, your friend Hurley said. Tell me again what particular point I have to watch in order to keep away from them."
"Almost as straight west as you can make it. A valley running east and west cuts in there and it"s full of the rebels. It"s the only place all along here where they are."
"And consequently the only place for me to avoid. Thanks. Your information may save me from capture. Good night."
"Good night and good luck."
Harry rode toward the southwest until a dip in the valley hid him from possible view of the man at the house. Then he turned and rode due west, determined to reach as soon as possible those "rebel raiders" in the valley, but fully aware that he must yet use every resource of skill, courage and patience.
The twilight turned into night, clear, dry and bright. Unless it was raining in the mountains the flood in the Potomac could not be increasing. Here, at last, the conditions were all that he wished.
The captured haversack still contained plenty of food, and, as he rode, he ate. He had learned long ago that food was as necessary as weapons to a soldier, and that one should eat when one could. Moreover, he was always hungry.
He kept among trees wherever possible, and, as the night grew, and the stars came out in the dusky blue, he enjoyed the peace. Even though he searched with his gla.s.ses he could not see soldiers anywhere, although he knew they were in the hollows and the forests. A pleasant breeze blew, and an owl, reckless of armies, sent forth its lonesome hoot.
But he kept his horse"s head straight for the narrow valley where the "rebel raiders" rode. He met presently a small detachment of Connecticut men, but the sight of his canteen and letter was sufficient for them.
Again he rode southwest, merely to turn due west once more, after he had pa.s.sed from their sight, and near the head of the valley he encountered two men in blue on horseback watching. They were alert, well-built fellows and examined Harry closely, a process to which long usage had reconciled him.
"I hear that the rebels are down in that valley, comrade," he said.