"I can"t go any furder," whispered their friend; "but that"s him--that"s "Gen"l Lee"--the triflin" scoundrel!--loafin" "roun" here "sted o" goin" in the army! I b"lieve y" all is "fraid to take him,"
eyeing the boys suspiciously.
"No, we ain"t; you"ll see," said both boys, fired at the doubt.
"All right; I"m goin" to wait right here and watch you. Go ahead."
The boys looked at the guns to see if they were all right, and marched up the road keeping their eyes on the enemy. It was agreed that Frank was to do the talking and give the orders.
They said not a word until they reached the gate. They could see a young woman moving about in the house, setting a table. At the gate they stopped, so as to prevent the man from getting to his horse.
The soldier eyed them curiously. "I wonder whose boys they is?" he said to himself. "They"s certainly actin" comical! Playin" soldiers, I reckon."
"c.o.c.k your gun--easy," said Frank, in a low tone, suiting his own action to the word.
w.i.l.l.y obeyed.
"Come out here, if you please," Frank called to the man. He could not keep his voice from shaking a little, but the man rose and lounged out toward them. His prompt compliance rea.s.sured them.
They stood, gripping their guns and watching him as he advanced.
"Come outside the gate!" He did as Frank said.
"What do you want?" he asked impatiently.
"You are our prisoner," said Frank, sternly, dropping down his gun with the muzzle toward the captive, and giving a glance at w.i.l.l.y to see that he was supported.
"Your _what_? What do you mean?"
"We arrest you as a deserter."
How proud w.i.l.l.y was of Frank!
"Go "way from here; I ain"t no deserter. I"m a-huntin" for deserters, myself," the man replied, laughing.
Frank smiled at w.i.l.l.y with a nod, as much as to say, "You see,--just what Tim told us!"
"Ain"t your name Mr. Billy Johnson?"
"Yes; that"s my name."
"You are the man we"re looking for. March down that road. But don"t run,--if you do, we"ll shoot you!"
As the boys seemed perfectly serious and the muzzles of both guns were pointing directly at him, the man began to think that they were in earnest. But he could hardly credit his senses. A suspicion flashed into his mind.
"Look here, boys," he said, rather angrily, "I don"t want any of your foolin" with me. I"m too old to play with children. If you all don"t go "long home and stop giving me impudence, I"ll slap you over!" He started angrily toward Frank. As he did so, Frank brought the gun to his shoulder.
"Stand back!" he said, looking along the barrel, right into the man"s eyes. "If you move a step, I"ll blow your head off!"
The soldier"s jaw fell. He stopped and threw up his arm before his eyes.
"Hold on!" he called, "don"t shoot! Boys, ain"t you got better sense "n that?"
"March on down that road. w.i.l.l.y, you get the horse," said Frank, decidedly.
The soldier glanced over toward the house. The voice of the young woman was heard singing a war song in a high key.
"Ef Millindy sees me, I"m a goner," he reflected. "Jes" come down the road a little piece, will you?" he asked, persuasively.
"No talking,--march!" ordered Frank.
He looked at each of the boys; the guns still kept their perilous direction. The boys" eyes looked fiery to his surprised senses.
"Who is y" all?" he asked.
"We are two little Confederates! That"s who we are," said w.i.l.l.y.
"Is any of your parents ever--ever been in a asylum?" he asked, as calmly as he could.
"That"s none of your business," said Captain Frank. "March on!"
The man cast a despairing glance toward the house, where "The years"
were "creeping slowly by, Lorena," in a very high pitch,--and then moved on.
"I hope she ain"t seen nothin"," he thought. "If I jest can git them guns away from "em----"
Frank followed close behind him with his old gun held ready for need, and w.i.l.l.y untied the horse and led it. The bushes concealed them from the dwelling.
As soon as they were well out of sight of the house, Frank gave the order:
"Halt!" They all halted.
"w.i.l.l.y, tie the horse." It was done.
"I wonder if those boys is thinkin" "bout shootin" me?" thought the soldier, turning and putting his hand on his pistol.
As he did so, Frank"s gun came to his shoulder.
"Throw up your hands or you are a dead man." The hands went up.
"w.i.l.l.y, keep your gun on him, while I search him for any weapons."
w.i.l.l.y c.o.c.ked the old musket and brought it to bear on the prisoner.
"Little boy, don"t handle that thing so reckless," the man expostulated. "Ef that musket was to go off, it might kill me!"
"No talking," demanded Frank, going up to him. "Hold up your hands.
w.i.l.l.y, shoot him if he moves."
Frank drew a long pistol from its holster with an air of business. He searched carefully, but there was no more.