CHAPTER XV

THE AMERICAN FLAG ON THE BRIDGE

As Major Lyon rode out from the hospital he encountered Sergeant Sluder

pressing his horse to the best of his speed; but it was hardly necessary

for him to deliver the message of which he was the bearer, for there was

movement enough among the men to assure him that the enemy were

approaching, even if Artie had not seen the return of the pickets.

The major waved his handkerchief three times above his plumed hat, and

the American flag came down at once on the bridge. Deck had not fallen

asleep at his post, though he found the situation very monotonous. The

sergeant reached the commander, and delivered a message from Captain

Gordon. The major had never been in a regular battle, only in the

affairs with the ruffians at Riverlawn and Lyndhall.

In fact, there had been nothing in the present campaign which could

properly be called a battle. The second company had done all the

fighting so far. At the bridge a few shots had demoralized the Home

Guards; and though the action in the road had been severe, it was hardly

more than a skirmish. But the commander had proved before that he had

abundance of courage, though he had engaged in less actual fighting than

his two sons.

Major Lyon reached the position of Captain Gordon just as the pickets

came in, headed by Life Knox. The men were all in position, and those of

the first company were eager for the conflict; for they had done

nothing, and rather envied their companions in the second company, who

had fought and won a victory against a portion of the enemy. They were

very much excited, and it would have suited them better if their captain

had led them in a charge at once against the Texans; for the most trying

position of the ordinary soldier is when he is in the presence of the

enemy, and is permitted to do nothing but wait; and they had been doing

that all day.

"You have been driven in, Knox," said Captain Gordon, as the sergeant

saluted him.

"Not exactly driven in, Captain," replied the Kentuckian with a cheerful

smile, as though events were not moving half fast enough for him. "The

Texicans are marching as though they were going to a funeral, and they

don't seem to be in no hurry to git here."

"But you came down the slope as though you were not going to a funeral,"

added the captain.

"Where are the enemy now, Knox?" asked the major.

"They are about half-way betwixt here and the mansion-house of the

planter. I didn't hurry up to tell you they were coming, but to let you

know that I had seen a force over on the road in the hills. I thought I

saw something moving; and I climbed to the top of the tallest tree I

could find, on the highest ground 'twixt here and the planter's house."

"What did you see?" demanded the major.

"I got a look through a small notch between two hills, and I saw some

cavalry pass along; but I reckon I saw only the tail end on 'em, for

they was out o' sight in two seconds, and I couldn't find nothin' more

on 'em. I knew then why the company wasn't in no hurry."

"Then, I suppose we are in no hurry," added the major. "I see that

Captain Dingfield intends to carry out his plan as he laid it out for

this forenoon."

"Who?" asked the captain.

"Captain Dingfield, who commands the Texans; I learned his name from the

lieutenant who was wounded. I hardly supposed he would send another

flanking party by that road," replied Major Lyon, "This news calls for

some change in our plans."

"I reckon that captain on the south road hain't got over fifty men with

him, if he has that," continued the sergeant.

"How could you estimate the number, Knox," asked the captain.

"When I am sent out scouting, I generally find out all I can," replied

the sergeant, who looked as though he felt that the correctness of his

information had been questioned.

"We know you do, Knox; and we only want to know your means of arriving

at a conclusion, in order to judge of the accuracy of your report," the

captain explained.

"I looked them over when I climbed the tree," continued the scout with

energy. "The force was just coming round a bend in the road down a hill,

and I counted in fours up to forty. I don't know how many scouts they

had out ahead, but I added ten to what I had counted."

"I have no doubt you are quite correct, Sergeant," added the captain. "I

did not doubt your statement in the first place, and I was only curious

to know how you were able to make up your estimate."

"I saw that six of you came down the hill together; have you left no

pickets in front of the company?" inquired the major.

"The captain gave me nine men to scout the region over there, and six of

'em have come in, for I thought they might be wanted," answered Knox.

"You knew that we had nearly two hundred men at this point," suggested

the major, who realized that the sergeant had something in his mind to

which he was slow to give utterance.

"If this is a council of war, Major Lyon, I ain't in it, and I've told

all I know," replied Knox. "I have reported that the Texicans is divided

into two bodies, one on 'em comin' down the south road slower'n cold

molasses runs, and the other's movin' over the hill road; and I reckon

they ain't goin' to no funeral over yonder."

"In other words, you think the two divisions of the enemy intend to

attack at the same time," added the major.

"What be they goin' over that way for if that ain't what they mean?"

asked the Kentuckian in answer to the question. "But I don't feel sartin

that they mean to come down here by the east road."

"What else can they do?" inquired the major, much interested in drawing

out the sergeant.

"I don't reckon I'd better say anything more. I obey orders, but I don't

give none," answered Knox, who was evidently afraid of thrusting himself

into the counsels of his superiors. "Captain Dingbat"--

"Dingfield," interposed the captain with a smile.

"Captain Dingfield sent them men over here to knock down and burn that

bridge; and I reckon he's go'n' to do it if he can."

"And I am sent here to prevent him from doing it; and I shall do so if I

can. You may speak out loud, Knox, just what you wish to say," said the

major rather impatiently.

"If you look at that map you had on the housetop, you will see that the

hill road crosses the east road, just as this south one does here. Ain't

that so, Artie? You have been over there, they say," said the sergeant,

appealing to the major's aid.

"It does; I was up there some time this morning; but I don't know where

it leads to," replied Artie.

"It stands to reason that it crosses this railroad somewhere within five

miles of this cross-road. That's the way the Texicans are coming down

here to destroy the bridge. I've said my say, and I hain't got nothin'

more to say," added Knox, wheeling his horse out of the circle that

surrounded the commander.

"Artie, do you know where Captain Truman is posted with his command?"

asked the major in rather hurried tones.

"I do not," replied the aid, as he had now practically become, though

the position was not regular for a private.

The commander pointed out the knoll behind which the captain's force had

been sent.

"Follow the east road till you can see behind that hill. Captain Truman

is there, and you can readily find him," continued Major Lyon. "Give

him my order to move his command out to the east road, and there await

further orders."

Artie's steed was well rested after his several forenoon jaunts, and he

went up the slope of the road like the wind. Sergeant Knox had retired

from the immediate presence of the superior officers, afraid that he was

getting to be too forward for his rank. He believed that the force

moving by the hill road had been ordered to the railroad. While the

major was not disposed to accept his view in full, he intended to be

prepared for a movement of the kind suggested by the Kentuckian.

"What do you think of the idea advanced by Knox, Captain Gordon?" asked

the commander.

"Of course it is possible that he has correctly divined the intention of

the enemy," replied the captain. "But it would not be wise to ignore the

enemy in front of us."

"I have no intention of doing so; for I have ordered Truman to the east

road, in readiness to act to the north of us, while we give our

attention to the enemy in front of us. We have men enough to annihilate

this force, if it is no larger than Knox states."

"I believe he is entirely correct in his figures; and I am inclined to

have considerable confidence in his theory of Captain Dingfield's plan."

"Probably we have double the force of the enemy in this vicinity; and it

would be a crying shame if the bridge were destroyed because we were

outmanoeuvred," said the major, with more than usual vigor in his

speech. "There is the structure within a quarter of a mile of us, and I

wonder if they intend to destroy it under our very eyes. But where are

the Texans in front of us? Even at a funeral march they ought to be near

enough by this time to send in our pickets."

"It begins to look as though they were amusing us while they were making

arrangements to burn the bridge elsewhere," replied Captain Gordon,

quite as anxious about the situation as his superior. "Artie has made

quick work of his orders, for Captain Truman is half-way to the road,

just coming out from behind the hill."

Major Lyon thought of Deck on the bridge in this connection, and looked

in that direction. The signal for Captain Truman's command to move into

the rear of the force advancing by the south road would not be needed.

If he deemed it advisable, he could send part of the first company to a

point near the road he had already selected. He rode to a place where

the ground was a little higher than where the conference had taken

place, and there made the signal above his plume upon which he had

agreed with Deck and the captain of the second company. He repeated it

till he had made it three times; and he could not help thinking what a

relief it would be to his son to be permitted to leave this solitary

post.

"A cheer for the American flag, which will be hoisted on the railroad

again in a moment!" shouted Major Lyon to the soldiers near him; and the

word was passed along through the column.

The cavalrymen were always ready to cheer the flag; and in a few moments

the eyes of the entire company were fixed upon the flagstaff on the

bridge. The major watched it with as much interest as any one present;

and he was ready to join in the cheer, and to lead it off. He waited

patiently for a couple of minutes, and then he wondered if his son had

gone to sleep at his solitary vigil; for the flag did not mount to the

proud position it had held before it was lowered.

Major Lyon waited full five minutes, but no flag appeared. He could not

understand it after the careful charge he had given Deck in regard to

the importance of the position to which he had been assigned. It was

fortunate that the plan of receiving the assault had been changed; for

Captain Truman's command would have remained behind the hill, and out of

sight of the conflict, if there had been one, while his men were needed

in the road.

As the hoisting of the flag was no longer needed as a signal, the major

was not inclined to say anything about his son's failure to do his duty;

for all his men might be needed at any moment to repel an attack on the

south road, and another on the east road. But he was very indignant, as

well as very much grieved, at Deck's neglect of duty; for it did not

occur to him that there could be any excuse for or justification of the

boy's conduct.

Major Lyon used his field-glass diligently for some time, while he was

waiting for the appearance of the first company's pickets, as he had not

thought to do at first. With this aid he examined the top of the bridge

very closely; but he could see nothing of the absent soldier. It did not

enter his mind that anything could have happened to the young man, for

the bridge was a high one, and in sight of all in the ranks, and in the

camp on the shore of the creek; though the stream was large enough to be

called a river in any Northern State.

Close by the flagstaff, over the abutment of the bridge, was a high

fence extending a short distance. Some thought it had been built where

the snow was troublesome in winter; others, that it was the side of a

shanty which had stood there, and only the roof and ends had been

removed. If Deck was not behind this fence, he was not on the bridge,

was the conclusion of his father. But a movement on the east road called

his attention away from the subject.

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