A UNION OF YANK AND REB
As the heavy door clanged behind us some one upon the outside began
pounding upon it, while with deadly chug a bullet crashed into the oaken
panel.
“Donnerwetter!” shouted a deep voice, wildly. “Captain, I am yet out mit
der bullets.”
With a crash I flung aside the thick iron bar which answered as a lock,
and drew in the Sergeant, yet panting heavily from his hard run.
“By Chiminy, dot vas a narrow squeak,” he exclaimed, as I released my
grasp upon him and hurled the door back into its place.
A dim light swinging suspended from the ceiling of the great wide hall
revealed clearly the scene within. As I turned I beheld Brennan for the
first time, and his face remains a memory. Standing with his back to
the stair-railing, a revolver grasped tightly in either hand, his eyes
burning, his countenance flushed with anger, and clouded by doubt,
he appeared almost like one distracted. At sight of me he gave up all
attempt to control his raging temper.
“What does all this mean?” he demanded hoarsely. “Who are these men?
Caton, if you have betrayed us, by God, I will shoot you dead.”
“There is no betrayal,” returned the Lieutenant, coolly. “These men are
friends.”
“Friends?” he laughed cynically. “Friends? in that uniform, and you
attired in a Rebel cavalry jacket? Friends? that fellow over there?”
and he pointed derisively at me with his pistol barrel. “Damn you, but I
believe you are all a pack of lying thieves!”
Caton's face burned. He took one step toward him, his hands clinched,
and when he spoke his clear voice shook with intense indignation.
“Major Brennan,” he said, coldly deliberate, “you are my superior
officer, but you go beyond all privilege of rank in those words. I say
these men are friends; they have sunk the issues of war in order that
they may answer the call of humanity. If you dare impeach my motives any
further, I shall hurl back the cowardly insult in your face. I will take
no such words, sir, from any living man.”
Brennan looked at him, his lips struggling with the utterance that would
not come. Knowing well the danger of such delay, I hastily pushed aside
the ring of men, and fronted him, determined to end this foolishness
then and there.
“Major Brennan,” I said firmly, ignoring his efforts to silence me, “you
must listen to reason whether you wish to do so or not. My troopers
are all around you; I have two men to your one in this house, and can
enforce my will if necessary. Now mark what I say--we are not here in
anger or in war, but to help you in the protection of endangered women.
We captured your courier, have despatched one of our own number into the
Federal camp for aid, and have fought our way in here to stand beside
you and your men in defence of this house against those ruffians
without. You can use us or not, just as you please; it rests with you to
say whether we shall be comrades in arms on this occasion, or whether I
shall assume command by the power of force which I chance to control.”
He seemed utterly unable to grasp my full meaning, to comprehend the
situation.
“You mean, you would fight with us? under my command?” he asked
incredulously.
“I offer my services under your orders,” I replied clearly, “and these
men in gray will obey mine.”
I actually thought he would extend his hand, but some remembrance
suddenly restrained him.
“I--of course, Captain Wayne,” he stammered, at length, “I--I must
accept your offer. I--I am grateful for it, but I shall insist upon one
thing; there must be a final settlement of the personal matter existing
between us. I am not willing to waive my rights in this.”
“There is no occasion for your doing so, sir,” I answered coldly, for
I considered the reference at that moment in extremely ill taste. “When
our work here has been accomplished, you will find me very much at your
service.”
He bowed gravely.
“I am exceedingly glad we understand each other,” he said. “May I ask
the size of your command?”
“Sergeant,” I questioned, “whom have we lost?”
“Nelson vos kilt, I dinks; der Kid is not here yet, und Sands vos
vounded bad.”
“Very well; then, Major Brennan, I tender you sixteen men fit for duty,
besides myself. You are doubtless acquainted with the house, and can
assign us to positions where our services will prove of greatest value.”
He had completely recovered his self-control by this time, and spoke now
with the terse sentences of a tried soldier.
“I thank you, Captain Wayne, and will ask you to choose four men and
assume command of the east side of the house. Caton, you will take the
same number for defence of the rear. Captain, what is your sergeant's
name?”
“Ebers, an experienced German soldier.”
“I should have suspected his nationality. Let him have command of four
more, and cover the west windows. I shall defend the front myself, as I
have been doing.”
“Very well,” I answered shortly, for his eyes had remained fixed upon me
all the time he was talking. “Take the positions assigned you, lads,
and do not permit a man from without to put foot on the veranda. If they
once succeed in getting under cover of the porch roof, they will give us
plenty of trouble.”
“They have remained remarkably quiet since you came in,” interposed the
Major. “Even my men seem to see nothing to shoot at.”
“Probably they haven't recovered as yet from our little surprise party,”
I said, with a smile of remembrance. “We left a mule out there who will
entertain them for some time, unless they adopt heroic measures.”
The position for defence assigned to my care took me into the
dining-room of the mansion,--a spacious, almost square apartment,
containing three large windows reaching nearly to the floor. The outside
blinds had been closed, but the glass in the panes was mostly broken,
and there were other evidences that the firing had been both heavy and
continuous. I found two soldiers of Brennan's party within, both lying
upon the floor, and peering cautiously through the apertures of the
blinds. They glanced up at us with undisguised amazement.
“It's all right, lads,” I said heartily. “Never mind our colors
to-night; we are all fighting the same way.”
I had taken with me Bungay, together with three of my troopers, and
after placing them as advantageously as possible, I stretched myself out
on the floor, and applying an eye to a convenient opening took careful
survey of the situation without. There was little to be observed, for
darkness securely hid the movements of the enemy. Everything upon our
side of the house, however, appeared comparatively quiet, yet it
was clearly evident that the besiegers had no present intention of
withdrawing from the attack; the flame of the stables had already
largely died away, but what little light remained enabled me to perceive
unmistakable signs of their presence. I could distinguish frequent
moving figures in the background, but was unable to determine their
distance from the house. Occasionally a flash out of the night would
evidence the discharge of a gun, and I heard a gruff voice shouting
forth an order. One shot struck the window just above me, showering
my shoulders with fragments of broken glass, and I noticed one of the
Federal soldiers in the room carried his arm in a rude sling.
This present cessation of activity was, I felt convinced, only
temporary. I did not expect, from all I could now see, that the final
assault would take place upon my side of the building. The massing of
the main body of the besiegers before the front entrance, together with
the presence there of their leaders, was sufficient to convince me that
this was to prove the principal point of attack, and from my knowledge
of such affairs I decided that probably the first signs of returning
daylight would be the signal for a determined assault. The dark interior
of such a house as this offered too many defensive advantages which the
daylight would largely overcome.
“Have you had some hard fighting?” I asked of the man lying next me,
a manly-looking fellow, wearing the yellow chevrons of a corporal of
cavalry.
“They pitched in mighty strong at first, sir,” he answered civilly. “An'
we had so few men they pretty nearly rushed us, fer sure. It was our
repeatin' rifles thet drove 'em back.”
“You suffered to some extent?”
“Two killed, sir, and three or four wounded. It wus hot 'nough fer a
while, I tell you; as lively a little jig as I've ever bin in. McNeal,
there, got a lump of lead in his arm. Would you mind explainin' 'bout
you fellows comin' in here to help us, sir? It seems kinder odd to be
fightin' longside of gray-backs.”
I told him briefly the circumstances, and his eyes danced merrily at the
recital.
“Be a rum story to tell if ever we get out of here, sir,” he commented,
patting his gun. “I've mostly seen you fellows from the t'other side,
but, dern it all, this is more the way it ought to be.”
I agreed with him thoroughly as to that, and we relapsed into silence,
each intent upon the uncertainty without.
As I lay there, gazing anxiously into the darkness, I could not forbear
wondering where Brennan had concealed the women to keep them from harm.
Would he inform them of our arrival? He could scarcely hope to keep the
fact long hidden, for they would certainly see some of my gray-jackets,
and ask questions. I doubted, however, if he would mention my name,
yet Caton surely would, and Caton could not be kept long away from Miss
Minor, unless serious attack was imminent. Unquestionably, I should be
compelled to meet them before this duty was concluded; how should I
be received, and how should I conduct myself? There was but one way--a
dignified courtesy, seemingly ignoring all that had previously occurred.
Any explanation at present was apparently out of the question, and I
certainly could not venture to intrude after the coldness of my last
reception. Besides, there was Brennan to be considered. He would make
use of my services in this emergency, but I had been distinctly informed
it could make no difference in the feud existing between us. I had
no wish that it should, and I could consistently hope for very little
consideration from the wife of a man whom I was destined to meet upon
the field of honor. No, the far better way was to see as little of her
as possible, to meet almost as strangers, and then to part for ever.
Difficult as this programme assuredly was, it seemed the only honorable
course left me. Even had she loved me as truly as I did her, I could yet
do no less.
“They seem to be peckin' away pretty lively out in front,” said the
corporal, interrupting my reverie.
“Yes,” I admitted. “In my judgment that will prove the main point of
attack. How many men did the Major have there before we came?”
“Same as here, sir.”
“And four of mine; that makes seven altogether, counting himself, and
two of these ought to be posted in the upper story. He's bound to need
more; that firing is very steady.”
“He's got the women loadin' for him, and that helps some.”
“The women?” I asked, staring at him in amazement, “Do you mean to say
Mrs. Brennan and Celia Minor are there in that front room?”
“Don't know who they are, sir--two mighty fine lookin' young ladies, an
old lady with white hair, an' a big, rough-lookin' female, sir. The last
one wus handlin' a gun to beat the band just afore you came.”
“And he keeps them there, exposed to all this heavy fire? What can the
man mean? Why, Corporal, that constant shooting must have completely
shattered the windows. There could be no safety for any one except lying
flat upon the floor.”
“Well, 't aint quite so bad as that, sir,” he protested, seemingly
anxious to shield his officer from adverse criticism. “You see it's a
double parlor, with a wall an' foldin' doors atween, an' the women are
all in the rear room. Of course, it's almighty dark back there, an' they
has to lie pretty close, but blamed if I know of any better place for
them. This house hain't got no cellar.”
It certainly was not my place to interfere. Her husband was the one who
should be most solicitous as to her safety, yet it worried me greatly to
think of Edith Brennan lying helpless in the dark, exposed to constant
danger, with the deadly rifles crackling all about her. Surely somewhere
in this great house there would be an interior apartment where greater
protection could be assured. Doubtless Brennan was unwilling to have
them away from him; possibly he even continued to hold them where they
were to prevent all possibility of their meeting with me. It was this
last thought, improbable as it surely was, which put me on my mettle. If
that was has little scheme, and to my suspicion it looked like it, I was
not unwilling to play a hand in the game. I might not hold trumps, yet I
could bluff as well as any one.
I had barely arrived at this point in my musing when opportunity for
action came. A man groped his way in from the lighted hall, but halted
close beside the door, unable to perceive us in the darkness.
“Is Captain Wayne here?” he asked.
“Yes; what is it?”
“Major Brennan has had two of his men hit, sir, and wishes you to spare
him three of yours, unless you are hotly pressed.”
“All right; there 's nothing doing here,” I answered, instantly
determining upon my course. “Corporal, I shall leave you in command of
this side for a few minutes. I believe I can be of more immediate value
elsewhere, Bungay, you and Elliott come with me.”
The lower hall, having no windows in it, was the only safe place in the
building, and here a light had been kept burning. The door which, as I
judged, must lead into the back parlor, was closed, and fastened upon
the inside. At least it refused to yield to my hand when tried. Another
in front stood very slightly ajar.
“Report to Brennan,” I whispered into Jed's ear, “and forget to
mention I am with you. I desire to investigate matters for myself a few
moments.”
He nodded to intimate that he understood, and then we crept, one at
a time, into the front apartment, hugging the floor closely to keep
beneath the range of the bullets which swept every now and then through
the broken windows, and chugged into the wall behind us. I was the last
to wriggle in through the narrow opening, and rolling instantly out of
the tiny bar of light, I lay silent for a moment, endeavoring to get my
bearings. I was determined upon just one thing--to obtain speech with
the women, learn, if possible, their exact situation, and, if I found it
necessary, insist upon their better protection. An insane jealousy of me
should not continue to expose them to unnecessary peril.
Brennan was directly across the room from where I lay. I could hear his
voice issuing low, stern orders.
“If you'll only keep down you're safe enough,” he said gruffly. “There
hasn't a shot come within a foot of the sill. The ground slopes out
yonder, and those fellows can't fire low. Put the new men at the central
window, and let them shoot at every flash they see. Bradley will pass
back their empty guns.”
I wondered how long our supply of ammunition would hold out with such
a fusillade kept up, but ventured upon no protest, for I was already
groping my way through the darkness along the inner wall. Furniture lay
overturned in every direction, and I experienced considerable difficulty
in making progress through the debris without attracting attention.
A great square piano stood directly across the entrance to the back
parlor, left by the drawing nearly together of the sliding doors. I
waited until Bradley had crawled through with an armful of loaded guns,
and then entered also, creeping silently between the piano legs. As
I did so a bullet struck the case above me, and the whole instrument
trembled to the impact, giving forth a strange moan, as if in pain.
Some one was groaning in the corner at my left, and supposing the
wounded to be lying there, I turned more toward the right, keeping as
close as possible to the wall, hopeful I might come in contact with one
of the women. I do not honestly know why I did this--really I had no
excuse, except my natural distrust of Brennan, coupled with an eager
desire to be of service to the woman of my heart. There was little to
guide me in the search, as the flame of the discharging rifles did not
penetrate here. Once I heard the rustle of a skirt, while a faint
sound of whispering reached me from the rear of the room. Then my hand,
groping blindly along the wall, touched the lower fold of a dress. It
felt like coarse calico to my fingers.
“Mrs. Bungay,” I whispered cautiously, “is this you?”
The woman started at sound of my voice, but replied in the same low
tone: “Thet's my name; who mought ye be?”
“A friend of yours, and of your husband,” I answered, for I doubted if
she would recall my name. “Did you know Jed was here?”
“My man? Hiven be praised! But I'll knock ther head off ther little
divil if ever I git my hand on him, I will thet. Whar's ther little imp
bin all ther time?”
“Hunting for you, and crying his eyes out,” I answered, smiling to
myself in the darkness. “Where is Mrs. Brennan?”
“Jist beyond me, thar in ther corner.”
As she spoke a bullet whizzed past us, having missed the obstruction
of the piano. I could feel the wind stirred by its passage, while its
peculiar hum told me it was a Minié ball.
“You are too far out from the wall,” I protested. “You are in range.”
“Can't help it if I be. I 'm yere ter take ther guns from ther sojer,
an' pass 'em back.”
I crept slowly along beyond her, keeping close to the wall, but had
progressed hardly more than a couple of yards, when I felt a hand
lightly touch me.
“I recognize your voice,” said a soft whisper, “and am so glad you are
here.”
Who can guess the motives that inspire a woman? This was my welcome,
where I had anticipated coldness and repellant pride.