Part 11 (1/2)
”Oh! And what do I believe, Jack?”
”Being an officer who commands as good a soldier as I am, you, sir, believe as I do.”
I was obliged to laugh.
”Well, Jack--so you agree with me that the Legion Cavalry is out?”
”It is as sure that nested snake's eggs never hatched out rattlers as it is certain that this wild night will hatch out Tarleton!”
”And why is it so certain in your mind, Jack Mount?”
”Lord, Mr. Loskiel,” he said with a lazy laugh, ”you know how Mr. Boyd would conduct were he this same Major Tarleton! You know what Major Parr would do--and what you and I and every officer and every man of Morgan's corps would do on such a night to men of Sheldon's kidney!”
”You mean the unexpected.”
”Yes, sir. And this red fox on horseback, Tarleton, has ever done the same, and will continue till we stop his loping with a bit o' lead.”
I nodded and looked out into the rain-swept darkness. And I knew that our videttes should long since have been set far out on every road twixt here and Bedford village.
Captain Fancher pa.s.sed with a lantern, and I ventured to accost him and mention very modestly my present misgivings concerning our present situation.
”Sir,” said the Captain, dryly, ”I am more concerned in this matter than are you; and I have taken it upon myself to protest to Major Tallmadge, who is at this moment gone once more to Colonel Sheldon with very serious representations.”
”Lieutenant Boyd and I have volunteered as a scout of three,” I said, ”but Colonel Sheldon has declined our services with scant politeness.”
Fancher stood far a moment, his rain-smeared lantern hanging motionless at his side.
”Tarleton may not ride tonight,” he said, and moved off a step or two; then, turning: ”But, d.a.m.n him, I think he will,” said he. And walked away, swinging his light as furiously as a panther thrashes his tail.
By the pointers of my watch it now approached three o'clock in the morning, and the storm was nothing abating. I had entirely despaired of the Sagamore's coming, and was beginning to consider the sorry pickle which this alarm must leave us in if Tarleton's Legion came upon us now; and that with our widely scattered handfuls we could only pull foot and await another day to find our Sagamore; when, of a sudden there came a-creeping through the darkness, out o' the very maw of the storm, a slender shape, wrapped to the eyes in a ragged scarlet cape. I knew her; but I do not know how I knew her.
”It is you!” I exclaimed, hastening forward to draw her under shelter.
She came obediently with me, slipping in between the lanterns and among the horses, moving silently at my elbow to the farther shed, which was empty.
”You use me very kindly,” I said, ”to venture abroad tonight on my behalf.”
”I am abroad,” she said, ”on behalf of my country.”
Only her eyes I could see over the edge of the scarlet cloak, and they regarded me very coldly.
”I meant it so,” I said hastily, ”What of the Sagamore? Will he come?”
”He will come as I promised you.”
”Here?” I said, delighted. ”This very night?”
”Yes, here, this night.”
”How good--how generous you have been!” I exclaimed with a warmth and sincerity that invaded every fibre of me. ”And have you come through this wild storm all the long way afoot?”