"Ah, then, of course, you know what is going on in Virginia?"
"No more than the general public does. I was at Cedar Run, which both we and the rebels claim as a victory."
The man instantly showed a great increase of interest.
"Were you?" he said. "My own information says that Banks and Pope were surprised by Jackson and that the rebel general has merely drawn off to make a bigger jump. Did you get that impression?"
"Will you tell me why you ask me these questions?" said d.i.c.k in the same polite tone.
"Because I"ve a big stake in the results out there. My name is John Watson, and I"m supplying vast quant.i.ties of shoes and clothing to our troops."
d.i.c.k turned up the sole of one of his shoes and picked thoughtfully at a hole half way through the sole. Little pieces of paper came out.
"I bought these, Mr. Watson, from a sutler in General Pope"s army," he said. "I wonder if they came from you?"
A deeper tint flushed the contractor"s cheeks, but in a moment he threw off anger.
"A good joke," he said jovially. "I see that you"re ready of wit, despite your youth. No, those are not my shoes. I know dishonest men are making great sums out of supplies that are defective or short. A great war gives such people many opportunities, but I scorn them. I"ll not deny that I seek a fair profit, but my chief object is to serve my country. Do you ever reflect, my young friend, that the men who clothe and feed an army have almost as much to do with winning the victory as the men who fight?"
"I"ve thought of it," said d.i.c.k, wondering what the contractor had in mind.
"What regiment do you belong to, if I may ask? My motive in asking these questions is wholly good."
"One commanded by Colonel Winchester, recently sent from the west. We"ve been in only one battle in the east, that fought at Cedar Run against Jackson."
Watson again looked at d.i.c.k intently. The boy felt that he was being measured and weighed by a man of uncommon perceptions. Whatever might be his moral quality there could be no question of his ability.
"I am, as I told you before," said Watson, "a servant of my country. A man who feeds and clothes the soldiers well is a patriot, while he who feeds and clothes them badly is a mere money grubber."
He paused, as if he expected d.i.c.k to say something, but the boy was silent and he went on:
"It is to the interest of the country that it be served well in all departments, particularly in the tremendous crisis that we now face. Yet the best patriot cannot always get a chance to serve. He needs friends at court, as they say. Now this colonel of yours, Colonel Winchester--I"ve observed both him and you, although I approached you as if I"d never heard of either of you before--is a man of character and influence. Certain words from him at the right time would be of great value, nor would his favorite aide suffer through bringing the matter to his attention."
d.i.c.k saw clearly now, but he was not impulsive. Experience was teaching him, while yet a boy, to speak softly.
"The young aide of whom you speak," he said, "would never think of mentioning such a matter to the colonel, of whom you also speak, and even if he should, the colonel wouldn"t listen to him for a moment."
Watson shrugged his shoulders slightly, but made no other gesture of displeasure.
"Doubtless you are well informed about this aide and this colonel," he said, "but it"s a pity. If more food is thrown to the sparrows than they can eat, is it any harm for other birds to eat the remainder?"
"I scarcely regard it as a study in ornithology."
"Ornithology? That"s a big word, but I suppose it will serve. We"ll drop the matter, and if at any time my words here should be quoted I"ll promptly deny them. It"s a bad thing for a boy to have his statements disputed by a man of years who can command wealth and other powerful influences. Unless he had witnesses n.o.body would believe the boy. I tell you this, my lad, partly for your own good, because I"m inclined to like you."
d.i.c.k stared. There was nothing insulting in the man"s tone. He seemed to be thoroughly in earnest. Perhaps he regarded his point of view as right, and d.i.c.k, a boy of thought and resource, saw that it was not worth while to make a quarrel. But he resolved to remember Watson, feeling that the course of events might bring them together again.
"I suppose it"s as you say," he said. "You"re a man of affairs and you ought to know."
Watson smiled at him. d.i.c.k felt that the contractor had been telling the truth when he said that he was inclined to like him. Perhaps he was honest and supplied good materials, when others supplied bad.
"You will shake hands with me, Mr. Mason," he said. "You think that I will be hostile to you, but maybe some day I can prove myself your friend. Young soldiers often need friends."
His eyes twinkled and his smile widened. In spite of his appearance and his proposition, something winning had suddenly appeared in the manner of this man. d.i.c.k found himself shaking hands with him.
"Good-bye, Mr. Mason," said Watson. "It may be that we shall meet on the field, although I shall not be within range of the guns."
He left the lobby of the hotel, and d.i.c.k was rather puzzled. It was his first thought to tell Colonel Winchester about him, but he finally decided that Watson"s own advice to him to keep silent was best. He and Colonel Winchester took the train from Washington the next day, and on the day after were with Pope"s army on the Rapidan.
d.i.c.k detected at once a feeling of excitement or tension in this army, at least among the young officers with whom he a.s.sociated most. They felt that a storm of some kind was gathering, either in front or on their flank. McClellan"s army was now on the transports, leaving behind the Virginia that he had failed to conquer, and Pope"s, with a new commander, was not yet in shape. The moment was propitious for Lee and Jackson to strike, and the elusive Jackson was lost again.
"Our scouts discover nothing," said Warner to d.i.c.k. "The country is chockfull of hostility to us. Not a soul will tell us a word. We have to see a thing with our own eyes before we know it"s there, but the people, the little children even, take news to the rebels. A veil is hung before us, but there is none before them."
"There is one man who is sure to find out about Jackson."
"Who?"
d.i.c.k"s only answer was a shake of the head. But he was thinking of Shepard. He did not see him about the camp, and he had no doubt that he was gone on another of his dangerous missions. Meanwhile newspapers from New York and other great cities reflected the doubts of the North. They spoke of Pope"s grandiloquent dispatches, and they wondered what had become of Lee and Jackson.
d.i.c.k, an intense patriot, pa.s.sed many bitter moments. He, like others, felt that the hand upon the reins was not sure. Instead of finding the enemy and a.s.sailing him with all their strength, they were waiting in doubt and alarm to fend off a stroke that would come from some unknown point out of the dark.
The army now lay in one of the finest parts of Virginia, a region of picturesque mountains, wide and fertile valleys, and of many clear creeks and rivers coming down from the peaks and ridges. To one side lay a great forest, known as the Wilderness, destined, with the country near it, to become the greatest battlefield of the world. Here, the terrible battles of the Second Mana.s.sas, Fredericksburg, Chancellorsville, the Wilderness, Spottsylvania, and others less sanguinary, but great struggles, nevertheless, were to be fought.
But these were yet in the future, and d.i.c.k, much as his eyes had been opened, did not yet dream how tremendous the epic combat was to be. He only knew that to-day it was the middle of August, the valleys were very hot, but it was shady and cool on the hills and mountains. He knew, too, that he was young, and that pessimism and gloom could not abide long with him.
He and Warner and Pennington had good horses, in place of those that they had lost at Cedar Run, and often they rode to the front to see what might be seen of the enemy, which at present was nothing. Their battlefield at Cedar Run had been reoccupied by Northern troops and Pope was now confirmed in his belief that his men had won a victory there.
And this victory was to be merely a prelude to another and far greater one.
As they rode here and there in search of the enemy, d.i.c.k came upon familiar ground. Once more he saw the field of Mana.s.sas which had been lost so hardly the year before. He remembered every hill and brook and curve of the little river, because they had been etched into his brain with steel and fire. How could anyone forget that day?
"Looks as if we might fight our battle of last year over again, but on a much bigger scale," he said to Warner.
"Here or hereabouts," said the Vermonter, "and I think we ought to win.
They"ve got the better generals, but we"ve got more men. Besides, our troops are becoming experienced and they"ve shown their mettle. d.i.c.k, here"s a farmer gathering corn. Let"s ask him some questions, but I"ll wager you a hundred to one before we begin that he knows absolutely nothing about the rebel army. In fact, I doubt that he will know of its existence."
"I won"t take your bet," said d.i.c.k.
They called to the man, a typical Virginia farmer in his shirt sleeves, tall and spare, short whiskers growing under his chin. There was not much difference between him and his brother farmer in New England.
"Good-day," said Warner.
"Good-day."
"You seem to be working hard."
"I"ve need to do it. Farm hands are scarce these days."
"Farming is hard work."