"Afo" G.o.d, Ma.s.sa, we didn"t mean no harm, we"s jes pa.s.sin" away de time," said Uncle Gallus, in a frightened voice.
"Well, then," said the officer, with an oath, "be a little more careful in the future about the kind of songs you sing, or I"ll have every d----d one of you bucked and gagged, and whipped within an inch of your lives."
Replacing his weapon, and turning on his heel, he was striding angrily away when he came face to face with Webster.
The recognition was mutual and instantaneous between the two men. As quick as a flash Webster had his revolver c.o.c.ked and pointed at the head of the bl.u.s.tering Confederate.
"Bill Zigler, what are you doing here? You move at your peril."
"I"d kill you, curse you, but you"ve got the drop on me now, as you had once before. But my time will come, you d----d Yankee spy!"
"Look here, Bill!" said Webster, anxious, if possible, to disarm at once and forever the suspicions of his enemy, "what is the use of our being continually at daggers" points? You were foolish enough to insult me in Baltimore by impeaching my loyalty to the South, and I resented it, as any man would. If you repeat the vile slander, I"ll do the same thing.
If, however, you have anything personal against me, and must fight, I"ll put up my weapon and meet you hand to hand."
Zigler looked at the speaker a moment, and then advancing and extending his hand, said:
"Webster, put up your pistol; I guess I"ve made a d----d fool of myself.
I did think you were a spy, but I knock under; I don"t want to be an enemy to such a friend to the cause as I now believe you to be."
Lowering his revolver, Webster good-naturedly received the friendly overtures of his former foe.
"I thought you would come to your senses at last; but when did you come down here?"
"Oh, I"ve been here several weeks. I enlisted in Baltimore and came down as a lieutenant," answered Zigler. "But where are you from?" he continued, "and what is the news from the Monumental City?"
"I am just from that city," replied Webster, "and have brought a number of letters for parties here and at Mana.s.sas. I expect to go to the Junction to-morrow, if I succeed in getting a pa.s.s."
"Who do you want to see there?"
"Well, I want to see John Bowen," replied Webster, naming a particular friend of Zigler"s, whom he knew was at Mana.s.sas. "I understand he is down with typhoid fever, and will no doubt be glad to hear from home."
This straightforward story completely disarmed the suspicions of the bully as to Webster"s true character, and finding that he had time to spare he invited the scout to his quarters.
Thus the quarrel was settled between these two men, and the superior tact and coolness of Webster had succeeded in making a friend of a man who might have seriously interfered with his operations, and probably have jeopardized his life.
As they were leaving the place, Webster cast a look at the group of negroes, whose mirth had been so suddenly interrupted, and he noticed that they were regarding the Lieutenant with looks of sullen anger. He was, however, considerably relieved to find that Uncle Gallus had not recognized him, and that as far as the aged negro was concerned, he had nothing to fear. He accompanied Zigler to his quarters, where they chatted pleasantly for an hour, after which Webster returned to his hotel, a much wiser man than when he first started out upon his walk.
As he sauntered quietly back to the city, he felt quite elated at the success of his management of Zigler, whom he had made a fast friend.
After supper, in company with Mr. Campbell, he strolled about the city for a short time, when his companion excused himself, and Webster pursued his way alone. He was walking along Utah street, apparently deeply absorbed in his own meditations, when he heard a voice behind him.
"Hole on dar, Ma.s.sa!"
Turning around, he was surprised to see Uncle Gallus, approaching him as rapidly as his stiffened limbs would permit.
"Well, uncle," said Webster, as the old man caught up to him--"did you speak to me?"
"You"se de man dat I "dressed, sah--done you know me?" said the old fellow, peering anxiously in the face of the detective.
"No, I don"t remember you," said Webster, determined to ascertain whether the old darky did know him; "where have you ever seen me?"
"In Washington, sah," replied Uncle Gallus; "don" you remember you saw me at Majah Allen"s, when I was dah libin wid Missus Morton?"
Webster looked at the negro a moment, and then, feeling a.s.sured of the friendliness of his interlocutor, he said:
"Your face does seem familiar to me; what is your name?"
"Dey calls me Uncle Gallus, sah," answered the old fellow.
"Oh, yes," said Webster, "now I remember you."
"Golly, ma.s.sa," grinned Uncle Gallus, "wen I seed you gib it to Bill Zigler dis mo"nin", I dun knowed you right away, but I wouldn"t say nuffin" for de world, fo" I knowed you was a pullin" de wool ober his eyes."
Knowing full well that he had nothing to fear from Uncle Gallus, he talked with him good-naturedly on various topics, and in the course of the conversation he learned that he was no longer with Mrs. Morton, having been disposed of by her, some time before, and that he was now being used by the Confederate government to work upon the fortifications. Not deeming it advisable to remain long in conversation with the old darky on the streets, he told him that he would see him in a day or two, and placing a coin in the old man"s hand, he bade him good-night.
The next morning Mr. Campbell and Webster visited General Jones, and obtained the sought-for pa.s.ses to Mana.s.sas, for which place he left early in the forenoon. On his arrival there, he learned that John Bowen, for whom he had a letter, had been taken to Richmond, but having several other messages to deliver to parties of prominence there, he busied himself during the day in forming acquaintances, and in acquiring knowledge. From Mana.s.sas he went to Centreville, where he remained a few days, and from thence to Warrington, and finally back again to Richmond, where he delivered his remaining letters. Here he formed the acquaintance of a man by the name of Price, who was engaged in running the blockade, and who was making arrangements to return to Baltimore, to purchase a fresh supply of goods. Together they went to the office of the Provost-Marshal, where they obtained the necessary pa.s.ses to insure their safe journey through the rebel lines.
Leaving Richmond, they went to Fredericksburg, where he stayed long enough to visit all the places of interest around that city, and in company with Mr. Price they went on to Brooks Station, the headquarters of General Holmes, with whom Price was intimately acquainted. After remaining several days, he left his companion, making his way to Yorktown and Gloucester Point, and from thence to Washington, where he reported to me.
This first visit of Timothy Webster to Richmond was highly successful.
Not only had he made many friends in that city, who would be of service to him on subsequent trips, but the information he derived was exceedingly valuable. He was able to report very correctly the number and strength of the fortifications around the rebel capital, to estimate the number of troops and their sources of supplies, and also the forts between that city and Mana.s.sas Junction. His notes of the topography of the country were of the greatest value, and he received the warmest thanks of the commanding general, for what he had thus far been able to accomplish.
CHAPTER XXI.
_Again in Baltimore.--A Warning.--The Spy is Arrested, and Escapes._
After the return of Timothy Webster from Richmond and Mana.s.sas, I deemed it best that he should again visit Baltimore and mingle once more with his rebel friends in that city. Since the summary collapse of the Knights of Liberty the majority of them had been remarkably quiet, and no indications were apparent that they contemplated any further proceedings of a treasonable nature. It will be remembered that on the night that the secret meeting was disturbed, Webster managed in some unaccountable manner to escape, and that he had disappeared almost immediately afterwards. As no suspicion existed as yet of his having been concerned in the affair, and as his prolonged absence might give rise to doubts of his loyalty, I concluded that it was best for him to again show himself among his old a.s.sociates, and account for his escape in a manner that would appear truthful and straightforward.
He accordingly took the train, and after arriving in Baltimore, he went directly to Miller"s Hotel. Here he found several of his friends, and their greetings were most cordial and hearty. In a few moments others of the party had been notified, and came thronging in to welcome him and to congratulate him upon his escape and present safety. Eager inquiries were made as to the manner in which he had so successfully eluded the soldiers, and how he had spent the time since the occurrence of that event. In reply Webster gave a satisfactory and highly interesting account of his movements, all of which was heartily enjoyed by his listening friends. Gratified beyond expression at the pleasant condition of affairs, he became quite jolly, and the balance of the evening was spent in convivial and social enjoyment.
On the following morning he started out in search of his old friend Sam Sloan, for whom he had a letter from his brother, who was in the rebel army, and stationed at Centreville. Having also a number of letters for other Baltimoreans, he desired to secure Sloan"s services in their proper and safe delivery.
Sam looked in astonishment as Webster blandly approached him, and after an effusive greeting he remarked earnestly:
"Webster, you"ll have to be mighty careful now, or you will be arrested yet. We are watched night and day--the least suspicious move we make is reported at once--and if repeated, the first thing the offender knows he finds himself in the guard-house."
"Well," replied Webster, laughingly, "I"ll have to take my chances with the rest of you."
"I know your grit, Webster," said Sloan, "but by all means be careful. I was arrested myself since you went away."
"The deuce you were!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Webster. "How did that occur?"
"Well, I went over to Washington to transact a little business, and while there I met some of the boys, and we had a little "time." I don"t know what I did, but when I started to come home, the Provost-Marshal arrested me, and I had to take the oath of allegiance before I could get away."
"You don"t tell me that you took the oath, Sam?"