"There must be seven or eight thousand men here," said d.i.c.k, who did not miss the full significance of the fact.
"So it seems," said Warner, "and I"m afraid it bodes ill for General Pope."
CHAPTER IV. SPRINGING THE TRAP
Lying close in the bushes the little party watched the Southerners making themselves ready for the night. The cottages were prepared for the higher officers, but the men stacked arms in the open ground all about. As well as they could judge by the light of the low fires, soldiers were still crossing the river to strengthen the force already on the Union side.
Colonel Winchester suppressed a groan. d.i.c.k noticed that his face was pallid in the uncertain shadows, and he understood the agony of spirit that the brave man must suffer when he saw that they had been outflanked by their enemy.
Sergeant Whitley, moving forward a little, touched the colonel on the arm.
"All the clouds that we saw a little further back," he said, "have gathered together, an" the storm is about to bust. See, sir, how fast the Johnnies are spreadin" their tents an" runnin" to shelter."
"It"s so, sergeant," said Colonel Winchester. "I was so much absorbed in watching those men that I thank you for reminding me. We"ve seen enough anyway and we"d better get back as fast as we can."
They hurried through the trees and bushes toward their horses, taking no particular pains now to deaden their footsteps, since the Southerners themselves were making a good deal of noise as they took refuge.
But the storm was upon them before they could reach their horses. The last star was gone and the somber clouds covered the whole heavens. The wind ceased to moan and the air was heavy with apprehension. Deep and sullen thunder began to mutter on the southwestern horizon. Then came a mighty crash and a great blaze of lightning seemed to cleave the sky straight down the center.
The lightning and thunder made d.i.c.k jump, and for a few moments he was blinded by the electric glare. He heard a heavy sound of something falling, and exclaimed:
"Are any of you hurt?"
"No," said Warner, who alone heard him, "but we"re scared half to death. When a drought breaks up I wish it wouldn"t break up with such a terrible fuss. Listen to that thunder again, won"t you!"
There was another terrible crash of thunder and the whole sky blazed with lightning. Despite himself d.i.c.k shrank again. The first bolt had struck a tree which had fallen within thirty feet of them, but the second left this bit of the woods unscathed.
A third and a fourth bolt struck somewhere, and then came the rush and roar of the rain, driven on by a fierce wind out of the southwest. The close, dense heat was swept away, and the first blasts of the rain were as cold as ice. The little party was drenched in an instant, and every one was shivering through and through with combined wet and cold.
The cessation of the lightning was succeeded by pitchy darkness, and the roaring of the wind and rain was so great that they called loudly to one another lest they lose touch in the blackness. d.i.c.k heard Warner on his right, and he followed the sound of his voice. But before he went much further his foot struck a trailing vine, and he fell so hard, his head striking the trunk of a tree, that he lay unconscious.
The cold rain drove so fiercely on the fallen boy"s face and body that he revived in two or three minutes, and stood up. He clapped his hand to the left side of his head, and felt there a big b.u.mp and a sharp ache.
His weapons were still in his belt and he knew that his injuries were not serious, but he heard nothing save the drive and roar of the wind and rain. There was no calling of voices and no beat of footsteps.
He divined at once that his comrades, wholly unaware of his fall, when no one could either see or hear it, had gone on without missing him.
They might also mount their horses and gallop away wholly ignorant that he was not among them.
Although he was a little dazed, d.i.c.k had a good idea of direction and he plunged through the mud which was now growing deep toward the little ravine in which they had hitched their horses. All were gone, including his own mount, and he had no doubt that the horse had broken or slipped the bridle in the darkness and followed the others.
He stood a while behind the trunk of a great tree, trying to shelter himself a little from the rain, and listened. But he could hear neither his friends leaving nor any foes approaching. The storm was of uncommon fury. He had never seen one fiercer, and knowing that he had little to dread from the Southerners while it raged he knew also that he must make his way on foot, and as best he could, to his own people.
Making a calculation of the direction and remembering that one might wander in a curve in the darkness, he set off down the stream. He meant to keep close to the banks of the Rappahannock, and if he persisted he would surely come in time to Pope"s army. The rain did not abate. Both armies were flooded that night, but they could find some measure of protection. To the scouts and skirmishers and to d.i.c.k, wandering through the forest, nature was an unmitigated foe.
But nothing could stop the boy. He was resolved to get back to the army with the news that a heavy Southern force was across the Rappahannock.
Others might get there first with the fact, but one never knew. A hundred might fall by the wayside, leaving it to him alone to bear the message.
He stumbled on. He was able to keep his cartridges dry in his pouch, but that was all. His wet, cold clothes flapped around him and he shivered to the bone. He could see only the loom of the black forest before him, and sometimes he slipped to the waist in swollen brooks. Then the wind shifted and drove the sheets of rain, sprinkled with hail, directly in his face. He was compelled to stop a while and take refuge behind a big oak. While he shivered in the shelter of the tree the only things that he thought of spontaneously were dry clothes, hot food, a fire and a warm bed. The Union and its fate, gigantic as they were, slipped away from his mind, and it took an effort of the will to bring them back.
But his will made the effort, and recalling his mission he struggled on again. He had the river on his right, and it now became an unfailing guide. It had probably been raining much earlier in the mountains along the headwaters and the flood was already pouring down. The river swished high against its banks and once or twice, when he caught dim glimpses of it through the trees, he saw a yellow torrent bearing much brushwood upon its bosom.
He had very little idea of his progress. It was impossible to judge of pace under such circ.u.mstances. The army might be ten miles further on or it might be only two. Then he found himself sliding down a muddy and slippery bank. He grasped at weeds and bushes, but they slipped through his hands. Then he shot into a creek, swollen by the flood, and went over his head.
He came up, gasping, struck out and reached the further sh.o.r.e. Here he found bushes more friendly than the others and pulled himself upon the bank. But he had lost everything. His belt had broken in his struggles, and pistols, small sword and ammunition were gone. He would be helpless against an enemy. Then he laughed at the idea. Surely enemies would not be in search of him at such a time and such a place.
Nevertheless when he saw an open s.p.a.ce in front of him he paused at its edge. He could see well enough here to notice a file of dim figures riding slowly by. At first his heart leaped up with the belief that they were Colonel Winchester and his own people, but they were going in the wrong direction, and then he was able to discern the bedraggled and faded Confederate gray.
The hors.e.m.e.n were about fifty in number and most of them rode with the reins hanging loose on their horses" necks. They were wrapped in cloaks, but cloaks and uniforms alike were sodden. A stream of water ran from every stirrup to the ground.
d.i.c.k looked at them attentively. Near the head of the column but on one side rode a soldierly figure, apparently that of a young man of twenty-three or four. Just behind came three youths, and d.i.c.k"s heart fairly leaped when he saw the last of the three. He could not mistake the figure, and a turning of the head caused him to catch a faint glimpse of the face. Then he knew beyond all shadow of doubt. It was Harry and he surmised that the other two were his comrades, St. Clair and Langdon, whom he had met when they were burying the dead.
d.i.c.k was so sodden and cold and wretched that he was tempted to call out to them--the sight of Harry was like a light in the darkness--but the temptation was gone in an instant. His way lay in another direction.
What they wished he did not wish, and while they fought for the triumph of the South it was his business to endure and struggle on that he might do his own little part for the Union.
But despite the storm and his sufferings, he drew courage from nature itself. While a portion of the Southern army was across it must be a minor portion, and certainly the major part could not span such a flood and attack. The storm and time allied were now fighting for Pope.
He wandered away a little into the open fields in order to find easier going, but he came back presently to the forest lining the bank of the river, for fear he should lose his direction. The yellow torrent of the Rappahannock was now his only sure guide and he stuck to it. He wondered why the rain and wind did not die down. It was not usual for a storm so furious to last so long, but he could not see any abatement of either.
He became conscious after a while of a growing weakness, but he had recalled all the powers of his will and it was triumphant over his body.
He trudged on on feet that were unconscious of sensation, and his face as if the flesh were paralyzed no longer felt the beat of the rain.
A mile or two further and in the swish of the storm he heard hoofbeats again. Looking forth from the bushes he saw another line of hors.e.m.e.n, but now they were going in the direction of Pope"s army. d.i.c.k recognized these figures. Shapeless as he might appear on his horse that was Colonel Winchester, and there were the broad shoulders of Sergeant Whitley and the figures of the others.
He rushed through the dripping forest and shouted in a tone that could be heard above the shriek of wind and rain. Colonel Winchester recognized the voice, but the light was so dim that he did not recognize him from whom it came. Certainly the figure that emerged from the forest did not look human.
"Colonel," cried d.i.c.k, "it is I, Richard Mason, whom you left behind!"
"So it is," said Sergeant Whitley, keener of eye than the others.
The whole troop set up a shout as d.i.c.k came forward, taking off his dripping cap.
"Why, d.i.c.k, it is you!" exclaimed Colonel Winchester in a tone of immeasurable relief. "We missed you and your horse and hoped that you were somewhere ahead. Your horse must have broken loose in the storm.
But here, you look as if you were nearly dead! Jump up behind me!"
d.i.c.k made an effort, but his strength failed and he slipped back to the ground. He had not realized that he was walking on his spirit and courage and that his strength was gone, so powerful had been the buffets of the wind and rain.
The colonel reached down, gave him a hand and a strong pull, and with a second effort d.i.c.k landed astride the horse behind the rider. Then Colonel Winchester gave the word and the sodden file wound on again.
"d.i.c.k," said the colonel, looking back over his shoulder, "you come as near being a wreck as anything that I"ve seen in a long time. It"s lucky we found you."
"It is, sir, and I not only look like a wreck but I feel like one. But I had made up my mind to reach General Pope"s camp, with the news of the Confederates crossing, and I think I"d have done it."
"I know you would. But what a night! What a night! Not many men can be abroad at such a time. We have seen nothing."
"But I have, sir."