The country grew rougher, and Harry was compelled to draw his horse down to a walk. But the firing, a half-mile or more ahead, maintained its volume, and as he approached through thick underbrush, being able to find no other way, he dismounted and led his horse. Presently he saw beads of flame appearing among the bushes, seen a moment, then gone like a firefly, and as he went further he heard voices. He had no doubt that it was the Southern pickets in the undergrowth, and, calling softly, he received confirmatory replies.
A rifleman, a tall, slender fellow in ragged b.u.t.ternut, appeared beside him, and, recognizing Harry"s near-gray uniform as that of an officer, said:
"They"re dismounted cavalry on the other side of a creek that runs along over there among the bushes. I don"t think they mean any real attack.
They expect to sting us a little an" find out what we"re about."
"Seems likely to me too. They aren"t strong enough, of course, for an attempt at rushing us. What troops are in here in the woods on our side?"
"Captain Sherburne"s cavalry, sir. They"re a bit to our right, an"
they"re dismounted too. You"ll find the captain himself on a little knoll about a hundred yards away."
"Thanks," said Harry, and leading his horse he reached the knoll, to find the rifleman"s statement correct. Sherburne was kneeling behind some bushes, trying with the aid of gla.s.ses and moonlight to pick out the enemy.
"That you, Harry?" he said, glancing back.
"Yes, Captain. The general has sent me to see what you and the rest of you noisy fellows are doing."
"Shooting across a creek at an enemy who first shot at us. It"s only under provocation that we"ve roused the general and his staff from sleep.
Use your gla.s.ses and see what you can make out in those bushes on the other side! Keep down, Harry! For Heaven"s sake keep down! That bullet didn"t miss you more than three inches. You wouldn"t be much loss to the army, of course, but you"re my personal friend."
"Thanks for your advice. I intend to stay so far down that I"ll lie almost flat."
He meant to keep his word, too. The warning had been a stern one.
Evidently the sharpshooters who lay in the thickets on the Union side of the creek were of the first quality.
"There"s considerable moonlight," whispered Sherburne, "and you mustn"t expose an inch of your face. I take it that we have Custer"s cavalry over there, mixed with a lot of scouts and skirmishers from the Northwest, Michigan and Wisconsin, most likely. They"re the boys who can use the rifles in the woods. Had to do it before they came here, and they"re a bad lot to go up against."
"It"s a pretty heavy fire for a mere scouting party. If they want to discover our location they can do it without wasting so much powder and lead."
"I think it"s more than a scout. They must have discovered long since just where we are. I imagine they mean to shake our nerve by constant buzzing and stinging. I fancy that Meade and his generals after deciding not to pursue us have changed their minds, perhaps under pressure from Washington, and mean to cut us off if they can."
"A little late."
"But not too late. We"re still in the enemy"s country. The whole population is dead against us, and we can"t make a move that isn"t known within an hour to the Union leaders. I tell you, Harry, that if we didn"t have a Lee to lead I"d be afraid that we"d never get out of Pennsylvania."
"But we have a Lee and the question is settled. What a volley that was!
Didn"t you feel the twigs and leaves falling on your face?"
"Yes, it went directly over our heads. It"s a good thing we"re lying so close. Perhaps they intend to force a pa.s.sage of the creek and stampede at least a portion of our camp."
"And you"re here to prevent it."
"I am. They can"t cross that creek in face of our fire. We"re good night-hawks. Every boy in the South knows the night and the woods, and here in the bush we"re something like Indians."
"I"m the descendant of a famous Indian fighter myself," said Harry.
And there, surrounded by deep gloom and danger, the spirit of his mighty ancestor, the great Henry Ware, descended upon him once more. An orderly had taken their horses to the rear, where they would be out of range of the bullets, and, as they crouched low in the bushes, Sherburne looked curiously at him.
Harry"s face as he turned from the soldier to the Indian fighter of old had changed. To Sherburne"s fascinated gaze the eyes seemed amazingly vivid and bright, like those of one who has learned to see in the dark.
The complexion was redder--Henry Ware had always burned red instead of brown--like that of one who sleeps oftener in the open air than in a house. His whole look was dominant, compelling and fierce, as he leaned on his elbows and studied the opposing thickets through his gla.s.ses.
The gla.s.ses even did not destroy the illusion. To Sherburne, who had learned Harry"s family history, the great Henry Ware was alive, and in the flesh before him. He felt with all the certainty of truth that the Union skirmishers in the thicket could not escape the keen eyes that sought them out.
"I can see at least twenty men creeping about among the bushes, and seeking chances for shots," whispered Harry.
"I knew that you would see them."
It was Harry"s turn to give a look of curiosity.
"What do you mean, Captain?" he asked.
"I knew that you had good eyes and I believed that with the aid of the gla.s.ses you would be able to trace figures, despite the shelter of the bushes. Study the undergrowth again, will you, Harry, and tell me what more you can see there?"
"I don"t need to study it. I can tell at one look that they"re gathering a force. Maybe they mean to rush the creek at a shallow place."
"Is that force moving in any direction?"
"Yes, it"s going down the creek."
"Then we"ll go down the creek with it. We mustn"t be lacking in hospitality."
Sherburne drew a whistle from his pocket and blew a low call upon it.
Scores of shadowy figures rose from the undergrowth, and followed his lead down the stream. Harry was still able to see that the force on the other side was increasing largely in numbers, but Sherburne reminded him that his duties, as far as the coming skirmish was concerned, were over.
"General Lee didn"t send you here to get killed," he said. "He wants you instead to report how many of us get killed. You know that while the general is a kind man he can be stern, too, and you"re not to take the risk. The orderly is behind that hill with your horse and mine."
Harry, with a sigh, fell back toward the hill. But he did not yet go behind it, where the orderly stood. Instead he lay down among the trees on the slope, where he could watch what was going forward, and once more his face turned to the likeness of the great Indian fighter.
He saw Sherburne"s dismounted troop and others, perhaps five hundred in all, moving slowly among the bushes parallel with the stream, and he saw a force which he surmised to be of about equal size, creeping along in the undergrowth on the other side. He followed both bodies with his gla.s.ses. With long looking everything became clearer and clearer.
The moonlight had to him almost the brilliancy of day.
His eyes followed the Union force, until it came to a point where the creek ran shallow over pebbles. Then the Union leader raised his sword, uttered a cry of command, and the whole force dashed at the ford.
The cry met its response in an order from Sherburne, and the thickets flamed with the Southern rifles.
The advantage was wholly with the South, standing on the defense in dark undergrowth, and the Union troop, despite its desperate attempts at the ford, was beaten back with great loss.
Harry waited until the result was sure, and then he walked slowly over the hill toward the point, where the orderly was waiting with the horses.
The man, who knew him, handed him the reins of his mount, saying at the same time:
"I"ve a note for you, sir."
"For me?"
"Yes, sir. It was handed to me about fifteen minutes ago by a large man in our uniform, whom I didn"t know."
"Probably a dispatch that I"m to carry to General Lee."
"No, sir. It"s addressed to you."