A Desperate Resolve.
Things looked very grave in the major's apartment. A council of war was
in progress. The major himself, with a perplexed air, his hands crossed
behind his back, was pacing up and down; the adjutant and a young
lieutenant, with thoughtful, anxious faces, sat at the table around
which were grouped Doctor Behrend and the other officers. Walter Fernow
was the last to enter.
"I have had you summoned, gentlemen," began the major, in evident
perturbation, "to acquaint you with a piece of bad news. You know that
we expect reinforcements. Captain Schwarz, with his batallion from L.,
was to unite with us to-morrow. I sent word to him that the mountain
road was safe, but I now find this an error I cannot recall."
All faces betrayed a restless suspense; all eyes were fixed upon the
major, who continued excitedly as before.
"Lieutenant Witte has just returned with his scouting party. He
captured a French peasant on the way, who would not answer his
question, but who afterward, becoming intoxicated, prated such strange
things and gave such taunting hints, that it was thought best to secure
him. Intimidated by threats, he made some confessions which
unfortunately were verified, word for word in a reconnoissance which at
once followed. The French fusileers, strongly reinforced, hold the
mountains between here and L. They have taken possession of the passes,
and as they know of the intended march of our soldiers, they will no
doubt attack them."
A tremor of alarm passed through the circle of officers. They knew the
mountain region too well not to have a fall conception of the danger
that threatened their comrades.
"I feared as much," said the captain after a momentary pause; "I feared
that some military stratagem lay at the foundation of the sudden
disappearance of the French soldiers. You know that within the last few
days the passes have been entirely free, so that our patrols could
wander unharmed over the mountains, while before, they were fired upon
from every cleft in the rocks. The enemy only withdrew for a little
space to make us feel more secure; but meantime he has been uniting his
forces; now hidden away in their inaccessible fastnesses, they will
rush forth to strike us a mortal blow."
"The all-important question," said the major, "is how we shall send a
warning to L. Our communications are severed, the passes are held by
the enemy, so Lieutenant Witte informs us."
"Wholly so, Herr Major," added the young officer, who at these last
words, had turned to his superior. "The French hold the mountain roads
as well as the pathways which lead along the cliffs on the other side
of the river. It must have happened very recently, for this morning the
way was clear; but they now have entire possession, and every patrol,
every foot-traveller they get a glimpse of, is shot down without
question."
"And if they seize our men in that narrow pass, not a single one will
leave it alive," cried the major excitedly. "They will be attacked both
in front and in the rear, and shot at by men concealed on the heights.
It is a desperate situation!"
"Could not a messenger be sent over to E.?" asked the adjutant. "The
way there is unobstructed."
"But he would have to go half around the mountains. It would take too
long; at early dawn the batallion will be on the march; if the warning
does not arrive by three in the morning, it will be too late!"
"Herr Major!" The voice of young Lieutenant Witte sounded somewhat
timid as he ventured to give counsel, but the most courageous
determination beamed from his eyes. "There is perhaps one resource, the
simplest of all. We might hurl ourselves with all our available
strength upon the enemy, overthrow him, and make the path free to our
comrades."
In spite of the fearful gravity of the situation, the major smiled;
then he shook his head.
"The advice does you all honor, Lieutenant Witte, but it could only
come from a three-and-twenty year old head: it is not practicable. You
have heard that the enemy has a three-fold strength; the situation
makes it tenfold. We should share the fate which threatens our men
without being able to rescue them."
Among the officers the proposal of their comrade had found a lively
assent; they now besieged the major with entreaties to carry it into
execution, but he remained firm.
"And they would seize us in the rear. Are these fellows not hiding in
all the woods, have they not spies everywhere among the inhabitants?
Our march, which would be immediately betrayed, would be the signal for
them to follow us, and we, shut up between two fires, could go neither
forward nor backward. Impossible! We will not leave our posts, but we
must be doubly on our guard, tonight. Who knows how far the plans and
the connections of these bands may extend? Perhaps they design to make
a second attack here, and upon us."
This reasoning was so convincing, that none sought to oppose it. All
were silent.
"But yet we cannot calmly look on and see our men march unsuspecting to
certain destruction," interposed Doctor Behrend.
"No!" said the major decidedly. "The messenger must go. And even were
the mountains tenfold more impassable, some possible way must be
found."
At this moment, Walter Fernow, the only officer who had hitherto taken
no part in the discussion, stepped forward, and said:
"Herr Major, I know a way out of this difficulty."
"And what is it, Lieutenant Fernow?"
"We have often enough reconnoitred the mountains. I know them
perfectly. You are aware that a week ago I, with five men, undertook a
_reconnoissance_ around L. which at that time was occupied by the
enemy. We ventured too far, we were pursued by some twenty, attacked
and at last dispersed."
"Yes.--Well?"
"After a few shots, with Corporal Braun, who already had a ball in his
arm, I threw myself into a side defile where they lost trace of us. The
others escaped in another direction. As we pressed on, we found a
narrow path half concealed in a thicket; this we took, as it seemed to
lead in the direction of S. It rose gradually to the summit of the
mountain, and then ran, for the most part hidden in the forest, along
the crest, and at last sank precipitously, to the entrance of that
narrow, impassable defile, which lies a quarter of an hour's distance
from here to the right of the valley. We had for some minutes wound
through dense shrubbery, and then we stood suddenly upon that
projecting rocky plateau of the mountain-road, where stands a large,
solitary fir-tree. From there we reach L. in a short time."
Fernow said all this lucidly and calmly. His manner had nothing of the
perturbation of a man who, scarce ten minutes before, had come from an
interview which had blighted his whole future. He spoke more gravely
and deliberately than usual, and a gloomy calm lay upon his features;
the calmness of one who has made a fixed decision. This was no time to
lament over a lost love, a lost happiness; he had found a remedy, the
speediest, most infallible of all.
The officers had listened in intense excitement; but the major's brow
remained clouded.
"And do you believe that the French fusileers, who are at home in this
region, do not know the way just as well, even better than you?" he
asked.
"Know it--probably! But the question is, do they watch it; for in the
first place, they cannot presuppose our knowledge of it; and in the
second, they do not dream that their plan is betrayed to us. They will
concentrate principally in the defiles and around the declivities; that
elevated path may possibly remain out of their reckoning, and this
gives it an advantage over the other ways which we know are guarded."
"And do you believe that way is passable at night?"
"On a full-moon night like this--yes! The moonlight removes the
principal difficulty--that of finding the entrance amid the bushes, and
following the first abrupt windings. Once beyond these, no error is
possible; the light shimmers brightly enough through the trees, and
from the opening of the path to L. the mountain-highway may be used;
the enemy would scarce venture on so far toward the village."
The major, in deep reflection, paced up and down. "You are right;" he
said at last. "The attempt must be made, although it must always be an
insane venture to send two, or at the most, three men, through a region
occupied by the enemy, upon the faint possibility that they have left
this path unguarded. It is ten to one you will be discovered, and shot
down; the danger is too great.--Do you, remember the path exactly?"
"Exactly."
"Well, then, only one thing remains to us, to find among our men, some
who are confident and courageous enough to undertake such an
expedition. Corporal Braun--"
"Lies sick of his wound," interrupted Walter calmly. "You see, Herr
Major, that the duty falls upon me."
"Walter! Are you out of your senses?" cried Doctor Behrend, in
consternation.
The major too had started back, and all the officers with a sort of
horrified surprise, gazed upon their comrade. Walter was the general
favorite; the pride of his equals, and the darling of his superiors.
Despite his silence and modesty, he possessed that boundless influence
over those around him, which is peculiar to genial natures. They had
often enough seen him rush first to the conflict, they had shared
danger with him; but to fall in open combat at the side of one's
comrades, with weapons in one's hand, is quite a different thing from
being laid low solitary and defenceless, by a ball from some ambush, or
being reserved perhaps for a yet more mournful destiny. It requires
more than the usual courage to look forward to such a fate, and they
would sooner have sacrificed any other than Walter Fernow.
"You--you, Lieutenant Fernow?" said the major deliberately. "That will
not do! I must sacrifice no officer in such an undertaking; we lost
enough of them in our last battle, and need all we have left for the
next. Such an errand is the business of a common soldier, and I must
let some private perform it."
Walter advanced a step nearer the table; the light of the candles fell
full upon his face; it was white as marble.
"I am at this moment the only one who knows the way," he said, "the
only one who can go in it. The path cannot be described; to confide the
mission to another, would be to imperil its success at the outset."
"But," returned the major, in a voice full of repressed emotion; "I can
now do without you least of all, and I repeat it to you, the
possibility of finding the path open is too small; the probability is
you would all be shot down!"
"Perhaps, and perhaps not! In any event, this possibility shall not
hold me back from a venture, that you would entrust to a common
soldier."
The major stepped hastily to him and reached him his hand. "You are
right!" he said simply. "Well, then, go in God's name! If you succeed,
you rescue some hundreds of my brave boys, if not--well, he who dies
from a stray bullet, meets none the less a hero's death.--How many men
will you take with you?"
"Not any! If we are attacked we must yield to numbers, and where one
falls, the others are not likely to escape. It would be to sacrifice
men uselessly, as a single one will suffice to carry the message.
Besides, a number might greatly enhance the danger; a single person
would be more likely to escape discovery."
The old superior officer, with undisguised admiration, gazed upon the
young poet and dreamer, as Walter was often enough jestingly called,
but who, once aroused from his reverie, had shown such a cool,
energetic, practical good sense, in even the minutest details of the
service. He indeed divined nothing of the storm which had just been
raging in this man's soul, or the source of the calmness with which he
rushed into danger.
"And you will go alone? When do you think of starting?"
"Not for an hour. I must wait until the moon rises, as I need its full
light to show me the way to the heights.--Even though some unforeseen
hindrance should arise, I have plenty of time."
"Well, then, gentlemen," said the major to the other officers, "go now,
and prepare yourselves for any alarm that may be given tonight. Herr
Captain, see that the posts are doubly guarded, that the orders
previously given are exactly carried out. I will meantime advise with
Lieutenant Fernow."
The officers obeyed, but at the door, the captain turned around once
more.
"Good-night, Lieutenant Fernow!" he said.
A smile flitted over Walter's lips; too well he knew the meaning of the
farewell.
"Good-night, captain! Good-night, gentlemen!"
Then turning, he met the eyes of Doctor Behrend resting gravely and
reproachfully upon him.
"Do you then care nothing at all for your life?" he asked beneath his
breath.
"No!" was the melancholy answer given in the same tone.
The doctor sighed. "I shall see you before you leave?"
"Probably! But go now, Robert!"
With another and still heavier sigh, the surgeon followed the others,
and Walter remained alone with the major and the adjutant.