"Burns, sir. Tom Burns."
"And how old are you!"
"Eighteen, sir."
"Young," commented the Captain, "but you look strong enough to stand the
life." He put out his hand. "I'm glad to have you. We need men these days,
and we can always handle a few recruits. You can stay here with Corporal
Brewster until you're assigned to a squad. I'll have some bedding sent down
here for you to use until you draw your kit." He started out, then paused.
"Don't be too disappointed, Brewster. There'll be other chances."
"Keep me in mind for the first chance, Captain."
"I'll promise you that."
"Thank you, sir," said Bert. "Do you know who will take my place?"
"Not yet," replied Captain Moffat. "I'll have to select a man."
He left the tent, his heavy sword clanking as he walked. Tom resumed his
seat beside Bert.
"What is this scheme of yours, Bert?" he asked. "Can't you tell me? Is it a
secret?"
Bert considered the matter for nearly a minute, while Tom watched him
intently. "Yes, it's a secret," replied Bert; then he added, "But I'll tell
you."
"If it's a military secret, perhaps you'd better not. Of course I wouldn't
tell anyone, but...."
"No, it's all right for me to tell you." Bert put his hand into his
knapsack which lay beside his bed and pulled forth a map. "Look here." Tom
moved up beside him and they spread the map out on their knees. "There's a
town called Corinth." Tom pointed with a brown forefinger. "Beauregard is
there. And here is Atlanta, which is Beauregard's base of supplies. Here is
Murfreesboro where we're camped. If Beauregard's supplies were cut off
between Atlanta and Chattanooga, what would happen to Beauregard?"
"He'd been in for trouble," answered Tom.
"And Chattanooga...?"
"Chattanooga would be flying Mitchel's flag." Tom's eyes brightened, and he
turned so that he could look squarely at his cousin. "But, Bert, how were
you going to do it?"
Bert smiled wanly, and left Tom in suspense a moment before he answered.
Then he glanced balefully at his ankle. "Some of us were going into the
South, and ... well, we were simply going to do it."
"The railroad between Atlanta and Chattanooga?" asked Tom.
"You've guessed it, but, on your life, don't breathe a word of it."
Tom's eyes opened wide. "Never! And aren't they going to do it now! Just
because you're ankle is broken?"
"They'll do it, all right," answered Bert. "I'm not that important. There's
only one man who is so important that they have to have him."
"And who's that?"
"The leader--the man who planned it. He knows the country." Bert folded the
map and put it back in his knapsack.
"I'm sorry about your ankle," Tom said weakly. "With a chance like that!"
He whistled, and leaned back, with his hands clasped around a knee, gazing
steadfastly at the roof of the tent. Bert rested his chin in his hands and
sat silently, looking at him. Tom's eyes narrowed and his fingers tightened
until they were white.
"Bert...." he began, then stopped.
"Yes?"
Their eyes met. Tom leaned forward and clutched his cousin's arm. "Do you
think, Bert, that Captain Moffat would let me go in your place?"
"I don't know," answered Bert. "But we can ask. Asking won't do any harm."
"Will you ask him? Will you really?"
"Do you want to go? Without knowing any more about it than that?"
"More than anything else in the world. Do you think he will let me go,
Bert? Tell him that I'm not afraid--that I can be trusted to carry out
orders. You know I can do it, don't you, Bert?"
"Yes, I know you can do it. And I thought that you'd probably want to do
it. That's why I disobeyed orders and told you. I wanted to give you the
chance to volunteer."
"I wonder if the Captain'll just laugh and say that I'm a raw recruit."
"The Captain isn't that kind of man," answered Bert. "He doesn't laugh at a
fellow just because he wants to do something. And about being a raw
recruit.... It's my opinion that he'd rather send a recruit, if he's a good
man, than a trained soldier. Trained soldiers are too scarce. He was
willing to let me go because I volunteered months ago for any expedition
that was to be sent out. When the call came for a man from each company, he
called me into his tent, and just told me that I was going. Of course, a
man doesn't have to go. It's for volunteers only. You know what it might
mean if you got caught?"
"That we'd be held as spies. And perhaps...?"
"Yes."
They were silent for a moment.
"Will you ask the Captain now?" demanded Tom.
"You go on up to his tent and ask him if he'll come down here for a
minute," said Bert. "You're absolutely positive that you want to go? You
wouldn't rather have me wait until tomorrow while you think it over?"
"No! Ask him now, before he decides on someone else!"
Tom clapped his cousin on the shoulder, hurried out of the tent and up the
company street.