FIRE-EATING COLONEL.
‘Surrender! You’re our prisoner!’ cried several of the soldiers, running
up and presenting their bayonets at Ephraim’s chest.
‘Waal, I ain’t denyin’ it,’ said Ephraim coolly. ‘Reckon I kin master
thet fact ’thout ye drivin’ it inter me with them nasty spikes. Take ’em
away.’
The men laughed, and most of them dropped the points of their weapons;
but an officer, who just then came up, demanded roughly: ‘Who are you?
How and why do you come here?’
Ephraim considered the speaker earnestly before replying, and in that
moment took his measure accurately. ‘He’s a hard un,’ thought Grizzly.
‘He’ll make things hum fer us ef he gits his way.’ Aloud he said,
pointing to the balloon: ‘Ye see how we came; and ez fer why we came, it
war because we couldn’t help it.’
‘None of your insolence,’ said the officer threateningly. ‘What do you
mean by you couldn’t help it?’
‘Jest what I sez,’ returned Ephraim, ‘and I hadn’t no idee of bein’
insolent nuther. Ye don’t ’magine we came fer the pleasure er bein’ took
prisoner.—I won’t rile him willin’,’ he added within himself.
‘Will we haul down this yer balloon, cunnel, and see if she carries
anything?’ asked a sergeant at this stage.
The colonel nodded. ‘Now then, you fellow,’ he said to Ephraim in a
bullying tone, ‘tell me instantly what brought you here?’
‘The balloon,’ replied Ephraim without a pause.
‘Don’t humbug me,’ foamed the colonel; ‘I see your dodge plainly enough.
You are trying to gain time in order to invent a lie of some sort. But
I’d have you know I’m master here, and I’ll have the truth out of you
before I’m done with you.’
‘Ez fur ez that goes,’ began Ephraim, when a voice at his elbow said in
clear, distinct tones: ‘It is you who are insolent. Southern gentlemen
do not lie.’
Ephraim started. He had taken all the colonel’s remarks as addressed to
himself, supposing that Lucius was still lying on the ground behind him.
But, unknown to his friend, the younger boy had risen on the approach of
the colonel, and taken his stand at Grizzly’s side. To give way when
surrounded by dangers of such a novel and unimagined order as those from
which he had just escaped was one thing; but with his feet once more on
_terra firma_, Luce’s courage returned, and, if he felt any uneasiness
at the predicament they were in, he certainly did not intend to betray
it before the enemies he had been taught to despise as well as to
detest. Therefore, in a very emphatic manner he delivered himself of the
remark just quoted.
Ephraim turned and looked at Lucius. The boy was standing in an easy
attitude, a slight flush upon his cheeks, and a defiant light in his
eyes. All trace of his recent emotion was gone; and as he stood firmly
planted—his shoulders squared, his well-knit, youthful figure gracefully
poised—his whole bearing formed such a contrast to that of the
red-faced, swaggering bully whom he faced, that Ephraim could not
repress a cry of admiration.
The poor Grizzly had suffered a good deal in the last half-hour. The
fright of Lucius in the balloon he could understand, for he had been
thoroughly frightened himself; but the utter collapse of his hero was
beyond him. Not only had he known Lucius heretofore as a sturdy, manly
boy, but he had always set him upon a pinnacle above every one else in
the world, and worshipped him as a superior being, endowed with every
grace and virtue under the sun. Therefore, when mastering his own fears,
he had boldly faced a terrible danger and overcome it by his presence of
mind, the abject, grovelling cowardice of Lucius had come upon him with
a painful shock. He had caught a glimpse of the feet of his idol, and,
lo! they were of clay. But he covered them reverently up, humiliated
rather than proud that the accident of opportunity should have lifted
him so high, and loyally making all manner of excuses for his comrade’s
conduct. All the same, he had felt very miserable over it; but now, when
he heard the ringing scornful voice, and noted how fearlessly Lucius
faced the colonel, all his pain fled, his doubts were swallowed up, and
a great wave of joy flooded his honest heart. He had been right after
all—his hero was his hero still, and gold from crown to heel.
‘Whoop!’ he shouted in his delight. ‘Air ye thar, Luce? I didn’t see ez
ye riz up; but I might hev known ye wouldn’t be behind when ye orter be
in front. Thet’s the way ter talk ter him.—A Southern gentleman don’t
lie, mister; thet’s what he said. By time! ho! ho! ho!’
‘Silence, you dog!’ vociferated the enraged Federal, his dark face
aflame with passion, while at the same time he menaced Ephraim with his
revolver. ‘I’ll blow your brains out if you say another word.’
‘Ez ter thet,’ retorted Ephraim, his new-born joy overcoming his
prudence, ‘I han’t been doin’ the high trapeze a thousand miles up in
the sky ter be skeert the moment I come down by a pesky, bunkum Yank,
sech ez I jedge ye ter be.’
The colonel ground his teeth with rage, but before he could reply,
Lucius pushed Ephraim unceremoniously to one side.
‘Shut up, Grizzly,’ he said; ‘I’ll do the talking.—I’ll tell you the
truth, if you care to listen to it,’ he added to the colonel.
‘Tell it then, and be quick about it,’ said the latter, casting a
furious glance at Ephraim. ‘And talk more civilly than that low hound
there, or it will be the worse for you.’
Ephraim opened his mouth, but Lucius silenced him with a look, and
answered quietly:
‘We left Staunton early this morning in our balloon. We only intended to
have some fun; but we were nearly killed up there’—he pointed to the
sky—‘and were glad enough to descend anywhere. We had no idea but what
we were close home. Certainly, if we’d thought your army was anywhere
around, we wouldn’t have been fools enough to drop right into the middle
of it. That’s all.’
The Federal colonel looked darkly at him.
‘That’s all, is it?’ he sneered. ‘A likely story. I’ll see for myself.’
He turned and walked to the balloon, round which the sergeant and half a
dozen men were grouped, having hauled it down and secured it firmly to
the log. ‘What have you found here, sergeant?’ he demanded.
The sergeant saluted, and pointed silently to a small heap of articles
which had been taken out of the car and laid upon the ground. There were
some bread and meat, a bottle of milk and another of water, a telescope,
a revolver and a box of cartridges, a small gun—the same which Ephraim
had been engaged in making when the war broke out—two bags with powder
and shot, and, most compromising of all, the tiny rebel flag with its
stars and bars, within the folds of which was concealed a drawing block
fitted with a lead pencil.
Lucius stared in astonishment as his eyes fell upon this collection, of
the existence of which—save for the flag—he had till then been unaware;
for at first the darkness had concealed them from him, and afterwards,
when day dawned, his terror had been too great and absorbing to allow
him to notice anything. Mutely questioning, he looked at Ephraim, who,
vaguely conscious of coming trouble, muttered hastily: ‘It’s all right,
Luce. I put ’em thar. I’ll tell him wanst I git the chance.’
‘Be quiet,’ answered Lucius in the same low tone. ‘Let me speak.’
‘Stop that whispering,’ cried the colonel, coming back. ‘You came out
for fun, I think you said,’ he went on with an ugly grin on his face,
‘in a balloon, too, and in time of war. May I ask, then, to what use you
intended to put this armament—and this?’ He held up the sketching block.
Lucius was silent, not knowing, indeed, what to answer, for the full
significance of the last article had not yet dawned upon him.
‘A Southern gentleman does not lie,’ mimicked the colonel, a baleful
light in his eyes. ‘You do well to be silent, you couple of rascally
spies.’
Lucius started violently. ‘What!’ he ejaculated in profound
astonishment. ‘Spies!’
‘Ah!’ said the colonel, ‘I thought I should corner you.—Search them,’ he
added to the sergeant.
Nothing but a few odds and ends such as any boy might carry were found
upon Lucius, but from Ephraim’s pocket was drawn a piece of paper on
which he had scribbled a _précis_ of the news which had reached Staunton
during the last three weeks, and also a road map of the valley, which he
had brought with him in order that they might have some indication of
their whereabouts if they were forced to descend in an out-of-the-way
place.
‘Ha!’ exclaimed the colonel, when these were brought to light. ‘A
precious pair of jokers.—Now, will you persist in your denial, my fine
young Southern—_gentleman_?’ He laid a sneering emphasis upon the last
word.
‘I haven’t denied anything yet,’ returned Lucius. ‘I’ve never had the
chance. I tell you we are a couple of boys out for a spree, and that’s
all.’
‘You’ll find it a precious unpleasant spree before I get through with
you,’ said the colonel. ‘You may be a boy,’ he added dubiously, as
though the fact were not self-evident; ‘but I’d like to know what you
call _him_!’ He glanced malevolently at Ephraim.
‘He’s only nineteen,’ answered Lucius, earnestly wishing that Grizzly
had followed his oft-repeated advice, and razed the compromising
indications of manhood from his face.
‘What!’ scoffed the colonel. ‘Nineteen do you call him, with a monkey
face like that?’
‘Shave him, then, and you’ll see,’ answered Lucius, at which remark the
soldiers roared, though the boy was perfectly serious.
‘Silence!’ commanded the colonel, going on to observe caustically:
‘Since when have the rebels—I beg your pardon; I have no doubt that
a Southern gentleman would prefer that I should speak of
Confederates—since when, then, have the Confederates employed boys
to ascertain the movements of the National troops?’
The insolence of his tone fired Luce’s blood, and he answered
scornfully: ‘I do not know. Perhaps if you had not been so busy running
away from them for the last three weeks, you might have been able to
discover for yourself.’
Now, a more unfortunate remark Lucius could not just then have made; for
it so happened that in the series of retrograde movements in which the
Federals had lately been indulging in consequence of Jackson’s smashing
flank attacks, the colonel had taken a somewhat too prominent part.
Indeed in the last melee, while gallantly leading his men out of
action—very far ahead of them—he had somehow become separated from his
command, and when the balloon descended, had been making his way back to
the Federal lines along with a number of stragglers, whom he had picked
up _en route_. So now, when Lucius, amid the suppressed laughter of the
men, made his ill-timed observation, the doughty warrior’s feelings
overflowed, and his fury knew no bounds.
‘I’ll teach you to insult your betters, you rebel scum,’ he shouted. ‘I
heard of a balloon having been lost from our lines on the Potomac.
That’s it, I’ll take my oath. You’ve stolen it for your
poverty-stricken, rascally, rebel friends. That’s what you’ve done.’
‘We didn’t,’ protested Lucius, edging in a word. ‘He made it.’ He
indicated Ephraim.
‘Did he?’ stormed the colonel. ‘Where did he learn to make balloons, the
hairy-faced baboon? Anyhow, if you did or if you didn’t steal it, I’ve
proof enough of your object, and I’ll show you how to dance upon
nothing. Cut a couple of ropes from that balloon and string these cubs
up to a tree!’ he shouted to the men.
Lucius paled swiftly, but the colour rushed back again into his face at
once, and he stood with folded arms, scornfully fronting the colonel.
Ephraim, however, took a step forward.
‘Ye dassn’t do it, ye dirty fire-eater,’ he cried. ‘Ye dassn’t do it,
’thout’n a trial or nuthin’. Take us ter the ginrul, boys; he’ll hear
what we’ve got ter say.’
‘String them up, I say,’ roared the colonel, more incensed than ever at
this defiance. ‘String them up, and be sharp about it. I ‘ll let you
know,’ he ground out at Lucius, ‘how the gentlemen of the North treat
the gentlemen of the South when they catch them acting as pestilential
spies.’
‘I should think it’s precious little you know of gentlemen anywhere,’
Lucius answered boldly back. ‘I’ve seen a good many Northerners, and
they are brave men, if they are fighting an unjust war. But what you
were before they let you put on a uniform, I don’t know; though it
wouldn’t be hard to guess from the look of you. Why, your men are
ashamed of you.’
Two of the men moved slowly towards the balloon. The boy’s courage
appealed to them. They were soldiers, and brave soldiers too, though
they were smitten with a panic now and then as brave soldiers have been
before and since. They were willing enough to fight, but not to soil
their hands with such a horrid deed as this. Therefore they moved slowly
and reluctantly, hoping for a reversal of the order. But Ephraim changed
his tone.
‘See hyar,’ he said submissively, ‘I didn’t orter hev spoke ez I did. I
beg your pardon. Jest ye hear me a moment.’
But the colonel would hear nothing. He was beside himself with wrath,
and could not listen to reason. The men had stopped when Ephraim began
to speak, and now their commander turned furiously upon them.
‘Why don’t you obey orders?’ he shouted at them. ‘I’ll have you shot for
mutiny if you stand gaping there much longer. Up with them, I say.’
‘Cunnel!’ shrieked Ephraim in an agony of unselfish fear. ‘Cunnel, don’t
do it. As ye’re a Christian man, don’t do it. Ye may string me up, and
willin’. I’m a outrageous rebel. I’m a spy. I’m whatever you like. I
came ter make observations. I’m a spy, I tell ye. Hang me up. But don’t
you tech Luce. He ain’t done nuthin’. He on’y came because I told him I
wuz goin’ fer a trip. He knows nuthin’—he’s done nuthin’. Let him go!
Let him go!’
‘Pah!’ ejaculated the colonel. ‘Do you suppose I don’t see your game?
You can’t take me in with your heroics, you filthy cur, you.’ And he
spurned Ephraim with his foot.
A mist swam before Luce’s eyes. His blood boiled over, and, regardless
of the consequences, he rushed forward.
‘You lie!’ he shouted. ‘It is for me he wants to die. This is the second
time to-day. Take that!’ and before the astonished colonel could
comprehend or step aside, the infuriated boy struck him twice sharply in
the face.
A look as though he were possessed came into the colonel’s eyes, and his
fingers closed nervously upon his revolver; but ere he could use it, if
indeed it were his intention to do so, Ephraim stooped suddenly, and
catching him round the legs, flung him sprawling on his back. Then, with
a wild yell of ‘Run! Luce, run!’ he rushed for the shelter of the woods.
After him dashed Lucius, hard upon his heels, as the colonel, foaming
and spluttering, staggered to his feet and discharged his revolver at
random.
‘Follow them!’ he roared. And the men, alarmed at what might be the
consequences to themselves if they refused, hastened in pursuit. But
they had no heart for the game, and once out of sight among the trees,
halted or scattered, and presently the fugitives, doubling like hares in
and out of the dark boles, heard the noise of following footsteps die
away, and sank, panting and exhausted, on the mossy carpet beneath an
aged oak.
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