"How much more?"
"Just fifty dollars, to a cint."
The attempt to speak lightly of their troubles, however, was almost pathetic. Both boys were exceedingly anxious and their feelings were not relieved by the manifestly increasing fears of their companions.
It was now early in the afternoon and the guard as yet had not come with their food. Noel had decided that he would await the coming of this man and beg him to obtain permission for him to see the colonel. The boy felt that, if only he could be admitted to the presence of that officer, he would be able to state some things which would lead to the prompt release both of himself and his companion.
There was a long interval, however, before a soldier came to bring their dinner, if hard-tack and water could be dignified by such a term.
Neither Dennis nor Noel ate of the food thus provided. Not only were their appet.i.tes gone, but their anger had increased as they thought of the way in which they were being treated after their difficult and perilous services all through the campaign on the Peninsula.
The feeling of Dennis frequently found voice in his expressions of anger and disgust. Noel, however, was more controlled in his manner and seldom spoke except in reply to the questions of his comrade.
Noel eagerly had begged the soldier who had brought their dinner to report to the colonel that one of the men was innocent and most earnestly begged permission to explain to him how he had been falsely accused.
He was by no means confident that the soldier would bear his request to the colonel and still less was he hopeful that the colonel would grant him an interview.
He was, therefore, the more surprised when an hour later an orderly came to the tent and said, "Who is the man that asked to see the colonel?"
Instantly three of the inmates replied that they had made this request.
To the surprise and consternation of Noel Curtis the orderly simply said, "There will be time for only one and he will have to be quick. I don"t see why the colonel waits, anyway. The only place for a deserter is at the end of a rope that"s tied so that his feet will be about three feet above the ground. That"s the way one of the deserters was served this morning."
"What!" demanded Noel, his face turning pale in spite of his effort to be calm. "Do you really mean to say that a deserter was hanged to-day?"
"That"s exactly what I mean to say," said the soldier lightly. "So many men have tried to break loose lately that it has been decided to use stricter measures. Perhaps they will be better to you, though, and instead of hanging you, they will just let you be shot. That"s a better way. Leastwise, that"s what I would want if I had to take my choice."
"I"m the one," said Noel hastily, "who sent word to the colonel asking for permission to see him."
"He isn"t the man!" shouted the other three in unison; and each added, "I"m the man!"
"How will I ever know?" said the orderly as he gazed in confusion first at one prisoner and then at another.
"I"ll tell you," suggested Noel. "Ask each man to tell how he sent his message, and the one that gives it right is to be the one who shall have a chance."
"Good!" said the orderly. "How did you send word?" he asked, turning to Noel as he spoke.
"Ask these other men first," suggested Noel. "I was the last one to put in a claim that I had sent word, so let me be the last one to explain how I sent it."
"All right. Now, go ahead, you tell how you sent your word," the orderly demanded as he looked keenly at the oldest of the trio.
"I don"t just remember," stammered the soldier. "It seems to me I sent a letter."
"That"s what I did, too," said the second. "I wrote a note and sent it by one of the boys."
"And how did you get word to him?" the orderly inquired as he turned to the third man.
"I give it up. I"ll own up, too, that I didn"t send any word at all, though I wanted to. Perhaps I took the wish for the deed."
"Now explain how you sent your message," said the soldier as he again turned to Noel.
"I sent it by the man who brought us our dinner to-day."
"That"s right. You"re the boy. You come with me."
Without any delay Noel was conducted by the orderly to the tent of the colonel, and soon was admitted.
He remained standing near the table upon which the officer was writing.
The colonel did not even glance at his visitor for a time as he continued his task. At last, however, he looked up and said abruptly, "Well, what is it?"
"I have come to tell you," said Noel, somewhat embarra.s.sed in spite of his determination to be self-controlled, "that I have been accused of being a deserter."
"Oh, you"re the man who sent word by Dan Tague."
"I don"t know the man"s name," said Noel respectfully.
"Well, he brought your message. And you say you are not a deserter?"
"Yes, sir."
"But you cannot prove it?"
"I can and I will if you"ll give me a little time."
"But I have positive information here," said the colonel, taking a paper from his pocket, "that you _are_ a deserter. It states that you and another man named Dennis O"Hara both deserted at Harper"s Ferry and were discovered not far from here this morning by Captain Blowers."
"I don"t know the captain"s name, Colonel," said Noel. "I did not desert at Harper"s Ferry. I was outside the lines--"
"What were you doing outside the lines?" interrupted the colonel.
"I was foraging."
"Was any one with you?"
"Yes, sir. Dennis O"Hara."
"Ah, ha! Then the story is true that you both were outside the lines?"
"Yes, sir! that"s true, although it isn"t true that we deserted."
"To what regiment do you belong?"
"To the --th."
"To which company?"
Noel gave the number of his company.
"Who was your colonel?"
"Colonel Crawford."