"They"re coming to join Kirby," she said. "I heard him say that more men were coming. When Uncle went down to let them in, I went to the head of the stairs to hear what they were saying. Uncle took them into the dining-room to give them something to eat and drink; then I dressed and stole down."
"But how did they know that I was in this part of the country?"
"There was something about a boat. It was found ash.o.r.e a few miles down the river, and there was a report from Chattanooga that the boat had been taken. I didn"t wait to hear it all. Oh, I wish Joe and Sam would hurry! You must get started before they leave. Men are going out in all directions, and Kirby is taking the road to Wartrace. If you"re ahead of him they"ll never catch you. Star can run like the wind."
"Star?"
"My horse," she explained. "He"s a beautiful horse.... Oh, I wish they"d hurry." There was anguish in her voice.
"They"ll come just as fast as they can," replied Tom calmly. "Why don"t you go back to the house now!"
"I can"t until you"re on the road."
"Why not? Please go back now."
"I-I"ll have to wait until the men have gone. I wouldn"t dare to go back until then. Then, too...." She faltered and stopped.
"What?"
"You can"t leave by the main road. I"m going to show you the way through the woods. Then there"s a fence to jump. I"m going to take Star over it."
It was useless to protest, for she became calm again and determined. "I want to do it," she said. "You"ve come to me for help, and it"s my right to help you all I can. And remember, I"ll always be proud of it. Oh, so proud!" She slipped her hand into his and they sat there quietly, straining to catch the first sounds of the negroes returning.
"There they are-General Marjorie," he said presently.
She jumped up and ran to the horse. Tom could see her pressing her cheek to the horse"s nose, stroking its head and neck. "Go back now," she said to the negroes. "Take everything with you. If Matty is up, tell her that I"ll be home in a few minutes."
"Yas, Miss Marjorie." Again they took up the blankets and clothes, and the night swallowed them.
"Mount, Tom," ordered Marjorie. "No, don"t argue! Hurry! You"ll need all your strength."
Laboriously, he did as he was told to do. With Marjorie leading Star, they made their way through the woods. Once she stopped and listened. "They haven"t started yet," she said.
A few minutes later she stopped again. "There"s the fence," she said. "Let me mount now. You hold Star while I fix the stirrups." He slid to the ground and stood there, while she measured the straps with her arms and fixed the buckles. He could see her plainly now in the soft moonlight which was flooding the world. Ahead of them was the black wall of the rail fence.
"Now," she said, "if you"ll help me mount." He held his hands braced against his knees so that they formed a step for her. She was up, adjusting herself to the saddle, stroking Star"s neck, talking to him softly. "You climb the fence and wait on the other side," she ordered. Once again he did as he was told to do.
She brought Star to the fence at an easy trot, let him smell it and see it; then she tossed her handkerchief to Tom. "Put it on the top rail as a marker," she said, as she turned back for the run.
Tom spread the handkerchief on the fence-a tiny spot of white to guide Star over. Then he watched her, as she retreated into the black background of the woods, his heart thumping so that it hurt. She had thrown aside her cape when she mounted, and now she seemed so small and immature, sitting there on Star"s great back.
Star"s hoofs pounded upon the soft turf, then his body emerged from the shadows. Tom could see Marjorie crouching, riding to his gait, holding him down for the jump. At the fence there was an instant"s pause; Star"s forequarters rose slowly, deliberately; then, as easily as though he were a great projectile reaching the topmost limit of its flight, Star floated over the fence. He had cleared it by a foot.
Marjorie wheeled about, dismounted, and readjusted the stirrups. "There!" she said. "Now-now, go."
"I can never thank you," he began.
"Don"t-please don"t even try," she interrupted. "Good luck once again.
Good-by, Star dear." She pressed her cheek against the horse"s head.
"Good-by, Tom. Remember me always."
He mounted and for a moment they delayed the parting. He reached down and took her hand. "Always, little soldier, always," he said. "Good-by."
"Listen!" The sounds of shouting came from the Beecham"s. "They"re starting. Go straight ahead until you come to the road, then to your left."
He gave Star the reins, and above the beat of hoofs heard her call: "Good luck, Tom!" He glanced back and saw her standing there, her arms raised above her head. Then he realized that he had her handkerchief, which he had taken from the fence, clutched in his hand, so he waved it as a last signal of parting before he crammed it in his pocket.
They came to the road suddenly; Star planted his feet and slid on the soft earth. Then, when they turned northward, Tom could feel all the strength of the fine, valiant animal he was riding. It was a strength which seemed to flow into the road, which carried him forward in long, swinging leaps.
"Go it, Star!" he said. "Go it, boy!" In his excitement he forgot that he had ever had the fever, that his legs had been too weak to carry him. He leaned forward, riding easily, peering ahead at the road.
Star was willing, but no horse could stand such a pace forever, so he reined in to a trot. After he had pa.s.sed the first farmhouse, he brought the horse to a walk. "They"ll stop there, old fellow," he confided. "You"ve shown them what a pair of hind hoofs look like."
He remembered the road vaguely from his trip southward, but the houses and the little towns looked different now in the moonlight. Through each settlement he walked Star quietly, but always ready to throw himself forward, dig his heels into the horse"s flanks and race away. An hour pa.s.sed ... two hours ... three hours. They pressed northward steadily, sometimes at a walk but usually at a comfortable, steady trot, and always saving energy for that last dash if the need arose.
The first light of dawn found him a mile south of Manchester. "Guess we"d better begin to step lively, Star," he said, reaching forward and stroking the horse"s neck. Star snorted and shook his head. They trotted around a bend in the road. Ahead of them Tom distinguished a man who had dismounted and was standing beside his horse.
"Get ready, boy," he whispered, reining in slightly.
"Hey! You!" called the man. "Where"re you going?"
Tom held his reins in his left hand, and took off his hat with his right hand.
"None of your business!" he replied. Then with his hat he slapped the man"s horse on the head. He whooped, and dug his heels into Star"s flanks. As they shot forward, he saw the other horse rear up, pawing the air. The man-he had the reins wrapped about his arm-was yanked from his feet and sent sprawling. Tom, flat against Star"s neck, with the black mane whipping his face, sped down the road-past the spot where they had met Andrews that first day of the raid, past the Widow Fry"s and down the one street of Manchester at a full gallop.
"Keep it up, Star!" he urged. "Go it, Star! We"re almost there, old boy. Go it, Star!" But there was little need of urging; Star"s forelegs were reaching out mechanically for the road, clipping it off in huge sections. Each leap seemed like a convulsion. His neck was outstretched and his head was thrust forward as though he were devouring the road.
Tom did not look back, but he cast out short, broken sentences to console his pursuer. "Huh! Race me-on that hunk o"-dog meat. Get a-horse! If you want to-race me-get a-horse. A horse that can-run! We"ll race-anything that-wears four legs. Won"t we-Star? Huh!"
Presently he eased Star"s gait, for the horse was beginning to breath too heavily. "Guess they won"t bother about us," he remarked. "Wonder how much ground we covered then. Must be pretty close...."
"Halt!"
It was a cry that brought a yell of exultation to Tom"s lips. There was no mistaking it. No civilian could say halt in that tone.
Tom pulled on the reins and Star planted his feet; they went sliding past the Sentry with his rifle glinting in the moonlight. "Halt there!" came the second warning as Star came to a stop. "Put your hands up!"
Tom dropped the reins and raised his hands. Star, almost winded, seemed propped upon his legs, rather than standing upon them. His head drooped and each breath came as a great heave.
"Who are you?" demanded the Sentry.
"Friend," answered Tom.
"Pa.s.sword?"
"Haven"t got it. I"m...."
"Keep your hands up," interrupted the Sentry; then he bawled out: "Sergeant o" the gua-r-r-d. Post number-r six." The call was repeated as though by an echo.