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"There ye are, little girl," he went on, pus.h.i.+ng the knapsack over towards Virgie with the muzzle of his carbine. "Jist help yerself--an'
give yer dad some, too."
With a little cry of delight Virgie swooped down on the knapsack and explored its interior with eager hands.
"I'm much obliged, Mr. Yankee. We cert'ny do need it--bad." She tossed the tangled hair back from her eyes and looked thankfully up at this curious person who had so much food that he could really give part of it away. "Please, Mr. Yankee--won't you tell me your name?"
"Harry O'Connell, at your service, miss."
"Thank you," she bowed. "I'm very glad to meet you." Then her searching hands found something wonderful in the knapsack and she sprang up and ran with her prizes to her father.
"Look, Daddy--_two biscuits!_ Take one. It's--it's _real_!"
Cary's eyes grew moist.
"Thank you, darling. Thank you." Just now the lump in his throat would not have allowed him to eat soup, let alone a rather hard biscuit, but he looked up with a laugh and waved a genial salute to the trooper, who as genially responded.
Virgie, however, had become quite single minded since she had discovered food, and with a happy sigh she raised the biscuit to her lips. Just then the sentry in the road flung up his hand with a shout.
"Look out, O'Connell! They're coming," and he clambered quickly over the wall and dropped behind it, his gun in readiness.
"What is it?" demanded the other trooper.
"Detachment of cavalry. A small one."
"But whose is it, man. Can ye not see?"
Collins, holding his hand behind him in a gesture which commanded them to stay where they were, raised his head cautiously over the wall.
"Morrison's," he answered, after a quick look, and he dropped down again out of sight.
At the sound of hoof beats and the name she remembered so well Virgie, with her biscuit all untasted, sprang up from the ground as if she would run out on the road. But her father caught her, for O'Connell had turned to them with a serious face.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I'll have to trouble ye to get under cover in the woods. No argymint, sir," he said decisively, as he saw some show of resistance on Cary's part. "I'm under orders."
"Yes, yes, I know," Cary cried, impatiently, "but I want to speak to Colonel Morrison. I _must_ speak to him. Give me a moment, man. You won't ever regret it."
"Come now--none o' that," commanded the trooper, pus.h.i.+ng him back with the carbine across his breast. "Don't make me use force, sir. Ye'll have to go--so go quietly. And mind--no shenanigan!"
Cary stood his ground for a moment, meeting the trooper eye to eye--then turned with hanging head and walked a few steps back into the woods.
"Come, Virgie," he said, "I guess we won't get to see Colonel Morrison after all."
But Virgie, being a woman, had her own ideas about what she would or would not do. At the same moment that the trooper was forcing her father step by step back into the woods, Virgie was running madly towards the stone wall and before either of the soldiers could stop her she had clambered up on its broad top and was calling out to a man who clattered by at the head of a troop of cavalry.
"Colonel Morrison! Colonel Morrison!"
CHAPTER VIII
"Halt!"
At the sound of that piping, childish treble calling his name in so unexpected a place the officer at the head of the troop threw up his gauntleted hand and brought the detachment to a standstill in a cloud of dust.
"h.e.l.lo, there," he said, turning curiously around in his saddle. "Who is it wants me?"
"It's _me_, Virgie!" the child cried, leaping up and down on the wall, all forgetful of her sore foot. "Come help Daddy and me--come quick!"
"Well--what on earth--"
Morrison threw out a command to his men and, wheeling his horse, spurred vigorously up to the wall where he dismounted and came up to take a closer view of the tangle haired little person dancing on one foot.
"Why--bless my soul if it isn't Virgie!" His arms opened to take her in when, suddenly, his eye fell on O'Connell, standing at attention on the other side of the wall.
"O'Connell," he said, sternly, "what is the meaning of this? Why aren't you with your detachment?"
"It isn't _his_ fault," Virgie interposed in stout defense of the nice Yankee who carried biscuits in his knapsack. "He's under orders."
The glib use of the military term made a smile flicker across Morrison's face, but his eyes did not leave the troubled trooper.
"_Whose_ orders?" he demanded.
"Corporal Dudley, sir," was the stammering answer.
At this moment Cary stepped forward and the two officers exchanged nods of recognition.
"Let me explain," the Confederate said. "Virgie and I were making for Richmond as rapidly as we could. Here, by this spring, we were put under arrest by a corporal and four troopers. Naturally, I presented your pa.s.s, but the corporal refused to honor it. He then left me under guard and hurried off to headquarters with the pa.s.s in his possession."
At this unwelcome news Morrison's head jerked back as if he had been struck and his lips tightened. Without the addition of another word to Cary's story he saw all the dire consequences to himself of what had been an act of the commonest humanity. Yes, in other times it would have been what any right thinking human being would have done for another in distress, but, unhappily, this was war time and the best of motives were only too often mis-read. In his mind's eye he saw the vindictive Dudley, eager for a revenge which he could not encompa.s.s any other way, laying the proof of this act before his superiors with an abundance of collateral evidence which, he knew, would condemn him before any military tribunal in the world. It mattered not what kindly impulses had guided his hand when he wrote the safeguard on the other side of the paper on which Robert E. Lee had previously placed his name, for it is not the custom of courts martial to weigh the milk of human kindness against the blood and iron of war. The good and the safety of the greater number demand the sacrifice of every man who would imperil the cause by ill considered generosity. Morrison could see that very presently he would have to answer certain stern questions.
Yet, there was a chance still that Dudley might be headed off and this whole miserable business stopped before revenge could set the inexorable wheels in motion and he whirled round on O'Connell with a sharp question:
"Which way did Dudley go?"
"Down the pike, then over the hill by the wood road, sor--makin' for headquarters," the young Irishman answered, only too glad of a chance to help his officer out of what, he saw, was a frightful situation.
"How long ago?" came back the instant query.
"Five minutes, sor. Ye cud catch him wid a horse."
"Ah," exclaimed Morrison, and he threw up his hand to his men.
"Lieutenant Harris," he shouted. "Take a squad and ride to camp by the wood road. Overtake Corporal Dudley or intercept him at headquarters.
Don't fail! Get him and bring him here!"
Lieutenant Harris's hand went up to his hat in ready salute and he bellowed out his orders.