Well-yes; there was something of a racket below, but the orderly said he didn"t care for that, provided the Southerners would use up all the traitors in the gang. However, he thought it best to go in with the report, in order to save himself from being hauled over the coals for neglect of duty. When the colonel came out of his quarters, b.u.t.toning his uniform coat with one hand and settling his cap on his head with the other, he found d.i.c.k standing at the top of the stairs with his hands in his pockets, and a face as innocent as a child"s.
"Graham, I am glad to see that you have nothing to do with this disgraceful performance," said he.
"Who? Me, sir?" exclaimed d.i.c.k. "I don"t fight, sir. I"m neutral, sir.
You see Missouri-"
But the colonel could not wait to hear d.i.c.k say that his State had not yet gone out of the Union. He went down the stairs, along the hall, and through the archway with all haste, and then d.i.c.k went, too; but he went down the back-stairs, around the corner of the building, and brought two boys to his side by giving a peculiar whistle.
"Everything is all right so far," whispered d.i.c.k. "But there"s no telling how long the fellows will be able to keep up the farce, now that the colonel has gone down there, so we must be in a hurry."
"Did they do it well and without exciting suspicion?"
"First rate. Couldn"t have done it better. If I hadn"t been in the plot I should have thought they were in dead earnest."
While d.i.c.k talked he led the way at top speed to the tool-house, and he and his companions vanished through the door. When they came out again they brought with them a light ladder that had been stored there for safe keeping. Moving at a run, they carried it around the building and placed it against the wall under the commandant"s window. The sash was raised, and the evening breeze was gently rustling the curtains.
"Do you know whether or not the colonel was alone in his room when you sent the orderly in to fetch him out?" whispered one of the boys. "Suppose he left somebody in there?"
"Or suppose he left his door open and the orderly should chance to look in?" said the other.
"It"s too late to think of those things now," replied d.i.c.k, placing his foot on the lowest round of the ladder and turning his head to listen a moment to the tumult of voices that came from the direction of the parade-ground. "The fellows are at it yet, and if they can only keep the colonel with them two minutes longer we"ll have the flag easy enough. But, mind you, I"ll not see it abused."
"It"s an enemy"s flag," observed one of his companions, who was rather surprised to hear d.i.c.k say this. If he was still friendly to the colors, why had he offered to steal them for Rodney Gray?
"No odds if it is an enemy"s flag," replied d.i.c.k. "We all thought a heap of it once, and I don"t know but I think as much of it as I ever did. I say, dog-gone State Rights anyhow."
This showed how much of a rebel d.i.c.k Graham was; and there were plenty of others just like him in the South-boys and men, too, who had been taught to believe that the founders of the Republic never meant that the sovereignty of the States should be surrendered to the general government, because they said so in the Declaration of Independence. "These United Colonies are, and of right ought to be, free and independent States," wrote Thomas Jefferson, and all the Northern and Southern delegates agreed with him. If they had intended to form one State or one government, they would have said so in language too plain to be misunderstood. That was d.i.c.k"s way of looking at it, and he was honest in his belief that the authorities at Washington had no right to order him from his own State to keep another State in the Union when she wanted to leave it. d.i.c.k went into the Southern army after a while, as we have said, and so did many others who thought as he did; but their hearts were not in the work, and they were glad when the war ended and the old flag once more waved over our entire country.
[Ill.u.s.tration: d.i.c.k GRAHAM STEALS THE FLAG.]
"Now," continued d.i.c.k, "look out for yourselves. If you see anybody coming, make tracks for cover and leave me to take care of myself. There is no need that more than one of us should get into trouble over this nonsensical business."
So saying, d.i.c.k ran up the ladder, pushed aside the curtains, and, finding the room deserted, clambered in and seized the flag, which he found on the bureau just where the tall student told him he would find it. He made his escape with it, the ladder was taken back to the tool-house, and no one was the wiser for what had been done. If the students who presently followed the colonel back from the parade-ground had looked closely at d.i.c.k, they might have seen that his coat stuck out a little more about the breast than it usually did, but perhaps they did not notice it. At all events they said nothing about it.
"What was the row about this time?" inquired d.i.c.k, as Rodney came to the head of the stairs where he was standing.
"Politics; nothing but politics," replied Rodney. "But we didn"t have time to find out which side was in the right, for the kurn came down and put a stop to the fun. Did you get it?" he asked in a lower tone, first making sure that no one except those who were "in the plot" were near enough to overhear his words. "Bully for you. Now we will see what Marcy and the rest of the traitors will say when they find another and handsomer flag floating at the masthead in the morning. Where is it?"
d.i.c.k tapped the breast of his coat.
"All right, hand it over. There"s n.o.body around except those we can trust."
"What are you going to do with it?"
"I mean to put it where no one will ever see it again, and that is in the kitchen stove," answered Rodney.
"That"s what I was afraid of. Well, I don"t want it to go in the kitchen stove, and therefore I must decline to give it to you."
"Why, what in the name of sense do you want to keep it for?"
"To show as a proof of my loyalty and devotion to the Confederate States of America," replied d.i.c.k gravely. "I need some sort of an heirloom to hand down to my grandchildren, don"t I?"
Of course Rodney was angry, and he had half a mind to "mix up" with d.i.c.k then and there and take the flag away from him. But the latter was a strong, active fellow, and plucky as well, and Rodney wasn"t quite sure that it would be safe to attempt it. While he was thinking about it Bob Cole spoke up.
"Let me have the flag," said he, "and I will promise you, on the honor of a soldier, that you shall have it again as soon as it has served my purpose."
"What do you want to do with it?"
"Well, if you must know, I want it to set me right with my best girl. She as good as told me this afternoon that I need not call at her house again until I could tell her that the flag had been hauled down. I want to show it to her to prove that it has been done."
"But it hasn"t," objected d.i.c.k. "It has been hooked out of the commandant"s room, and that"s not hauling it down by force. You can tell her that she will never see it hoisted again, and that a.s.surance will have to satisfy her. If she should get her hands on it you would never see it again, and neither would I. When it can float over an undivided country, as it has in the past, and you rebels have been whipped into subjection, then-"
"I say-whipped!" exclaimed Billings.
"Subjection!" Rodney almost howled. "That will never be. Southerners die, but they don"t submit. d.i.c.k Graham, you are a traitor, sure enough. You think more of that rag to-day than you do of the rights of the State you claim as your home."
"There"s where you are wrong," replied d.i.c.k. "I don"t quite believe in State Rights, but my father does, and that"s enough for me; and whenever Missouri gets ready to-"
"When she gets ready to join the Confederacy you won"t have the pluck to go with her," exclaimed Rodney hotly. "But there"s one thing about it. Our own flag goes up on that tower after roll-call in the morning, and I"ll pitch the first fellow over the parapet who tries to pull it down."
"Well, good-by, if you call that going," said d.i.c.k, good-naturedly.
The boys all followed Rodney down the stairs and d.i.c.k was left alone. He felt of the flag to make sure it was safe, and after looking up and down the hall to see that no one was observing his movements, he went into Marcy Gray"s room, where Marcy himself found him a few minutes later.
CHAPTER V.
THE PAID SPY.
It must not be supposed that the students who did not side with Rodney Gray were entirely deceived by the demonstration that had taken place in the corridor. Noisy political discussions were of too common occurrence to attract the attention of Marcy and his friends, the most of whom were sitting quietly in their rooms, and they gave no heed to what was going on below until the shuffling of feet announced that there was a fight in progress. Then they rushed out in a body, but a single glance at the boys who were struggling in the hall was enough to show them that their services were not needed. The combatants were all secessionists. There were a few "neutrals" among them-Dixon for one-who were trying to restore order, and who finally succeeded in getting them out of the building, but there was no Union boy there who was in want of a.s.sistance.
"What"s in the wind now, do you reckon?" said Tom Percival, whose father had cast his ballot against secession with one hand, while holding a c.o.c.ked revolver in the other. "That"s a put-up job, and there"s something behind it."
"I believe you"re right, Tom," said Marcy. "Let"s follow them and see what they are going to do."
There was right where he and his friends made a mistake. They went to the parade ground and looked on while the colonel read Rodney and a few others a severe lecture, and d.i.c.k Graham was left free to carry out his part of the programme. Then they went back to their dormitories fully satisfied that if Rodney had hoped to gain anything by getting up that fight, he had failed to accomplish his object. When Marcy opened his door he was surprised to find d.i.c.k sitting at the table with a paper in his hand.
"What are you doing here, you rebel?" he demanded.
"Rebel yourself," replied d.i.c.k. "You stand ready to go back on your State and I don"t. But what is the use of this nonsense? You and I understand each other. Look at that."
"d.i.c.k, where did you get it?" exclaimed Marcy, when his visitor drew the flag from under his coat.
"I found it on the colonel"s bureau and took it and welcome," answered d.i.c.k.
"When did you do it?"
"Just now."
"Where was the orderly?"