SHOT IN THE HEAD.
THE critical moment, when everything depended upon the wisdom and energy
of the next move, had arrived. As Major Riggleston issued his order,
Somers raised one of his pistols, and, taking hasty but careful aim at
his treacherous companion, fired. While her accepted suitor was uttering
his mandate, Maud, as if fearing a repetition of the uncomfortable
proceeding at the Hasbrouk house, retreated into the apartment occupied
by her patients. The ball struck the major in the head, and he fell,
with a shock that caused the rude structure to tremble.
A half-suppressed shriek from the sick room assured those in the front
apartment that Maud was aware active proceedings had commenced, though
she could not have known who was the first victim in the encounter. The
two soldiers, who had been ordered to arrest the staff officer, were
bold enough to move upon their intended victim; but they only rushed
upon the barrel of a revolver, pointed by the hand of one skilled in the
business, and collected enough to do his work carefully and effectively.
Again Somers fired, and the foremost of the two soldiers fell dead upon
the floor. He fired a third time, and the other soldier shrank back with
the ball in his right shoulder. The two men in charge of Captain
Barkwood had been too often in the midst of death and carnage to be
appalled by these exciting events.
“Hold this man!” exclaimed the more decided of the two, “and I will make
short work of that fellow.”
“Shoot him,” replied the other. “Do it quick.”
He attempted to do it quick; too quick, for he missed his mark. He fired
again, but the smoke impaired his aim. At this moment Captain Barkwood,
conscious that the time for a demonstration in favor of his friend had
come, with a sharp, nervous movement, freed himself from the grasp of
the rebel in charge of him, and struck him a tremendous blow in the
temple with his bare fist, which felled him to the floor. Not satisfied
with this deed, he sprang upon the other soldier, who was in the act of
firing upon Somers for the third time. Grasping him by the shoulders
with both hands, he brought his knee violently into the small of his
back, and thus threw him down. Seizing his pistol, he struck him a heavy
blow on the head with the weapon.
“I surrender,” said the wounded man,—who was the only one of the four in
condition to speak,—as Somers moved towards him.
The young captain took the sabre from his belt, and opening the window,
tossed it out. All active opposition had been conquered, but two of the
men were only stunned, and in a short time they would probably be able
to speak and act for themselves.
“Captain Somers, I would hug you if I had time,” said Barkwood. “What
shall we do next?”
“I hardly know,” replied Somers. “If we leave the house, we may fall
into the hands of the first squad of soldiers we meet. Besides, we have
not done our work yet. We must first look after the lady.”
Somers, stepping over the body of Major Riggleston, which lay near the
door, entered the apartment occupied by the wounded officers. There was
no light there, and he returned to bring that in the front room. He
found Maud standing in the middle of the room, apparently paralyzed with
terror.
“Miss Hasbrouk, here is another officer who needs your care, if he is
not already past it.”
“What do you mean?” asked she, in husky tones.
“Major Riggleston has fallen.”
She uttered a faint scream. She was so enfeebled by terror that she
seemed not to have the strength to do anything. She was more at talking
than she was at acting.
“What shall I do?” asked she.
“Come and see,” replied he.
She timidly followed him into the adjoining room, and gazed with fear
and trembling upon the form of the major.
“Is he—is he—dead?” gasped she.
“I don’t know,” replied Somers, stooping down, and glancing at the wound
on the major’s head. “No, he is not dead, and probably will not die with
that wound.”
“What shall I do? Will you call a surgeon?”
“I think not.”
“We have no time to spare, Captain Somers,” interposed the regular, with
a smile at the simple question of the frightened Maud.
“We will make our escape. We will go by the grove to the north of the
house—to the _north_,” said Somers, with peculiar emphasis.
“To the north,” repeated Barkwood, with the same emphasis, though he did
not understand the strategy of his companion.
“We need not hurry; the more haste, the less speed in the business,”
replied Somers, as he bent over the prostrate form of the major again.
This time he took from his body the large, loose coat which the
treacherous rebel had worn, and picked up the felt hat, adorned with a
black feather, which had dropped from his head.
“He is killed,” said Maud, who was beginning to recover her
self-possession.
“Perhaps he is; but that is his fault, not mine,” replied Somers, as he
led the way out of the door, followed by the regular. “If either of you
attempt to follow us, or leave the house within half an hour, it will
cost you your lives,” he added, addressing Maud and the wounded soldier.
“May I not send for a surgeon?” asked she, with a meekness which ill
comported with her former imperious manner.
“No.”
“But the major will die.”
“I can’t help it.”
“I will not say anything about you, if you will allow me to send for
assistance.”
“Half an hour will make no difference to him,” answered Somers, as he
left the house. “Come with me,” added he to the regular, when they
reached the open air.
He led the way to the rear of the house, where there were a number of
sheds, and other out-buildings, used for various farm purposes. One of
these he entered, followed by the regular, who seemed to repose
unlimited confidence in the tact and ability of his young companion.
“What next, Somers?” asked Barkwood, in a whisper
“Nothing just yet. There will be a tremendous row round here in the
course of ten minutes, or at most half an hour. All we want just now is
a snug place to lie by in until the tempest blows over.”
“But you are not going to stop here—are you?” demanded the regular, in a
tone which sufficiently expressed his astonishment at such a policy.
“This is the best place in the world for us. I am not a strategist, as
you are, captain; but I have a fixed principle for use in cases of this
kind, and that is, to stow myself away in a place where they are least
likely to look for me.”
“Very good; but where is that place?”
“Here, in this house.”
“That’s cool.”
“But it is the best logic in the world. I don’t want to influence you in
your movements, Captain Barkwood; but I don’t intend to return without
the information which I came out to procure. If you want to return to
the camp, I will tell you how you can manage, though I think you had
better remain with me.”
“I am entirely of your opinion,” whispered the regular, with a
suppressed chuckle. “You are an old head at this business, and I am as
green at it as a two months baby.”
“As you please, captain. For my own part, I feel tolerably safe now. I
was a fool to trust that Riggleston.”
“He is an infernal villain.”
“Hush!” said Somers, finding his companion was becoming a little too
emphatic for safety. “I must find a place to stow you away.”
In the back room of the house, which was only a shed attached to the
rear of the building, Somers found a large closet, which seemed to be a
kind of lumber room. In this he bestowed his companion, and rolled a
large chopping-block up before the door. While he was engaged in this
operation, the door leading from the kitchen into the shed opened, and
an old black woman rushed out, apparently deeply moved by some
circumstance which Somers had no difficulty in understanding. She had a
light in her hand, which at once revealed to her the presence of a
stranger upon her own peculiar territory.
“De Lo’d!” exclaimed she, starting back with alarm.
“Silence, aunty! Don’t speak again,” said Somers, in a low tone.
“Gracious! Dat’s Massa Riggleston!” added she, shrinking back.
The scout had put on the great coat and feathered hat of the major,
which seemed to explain the terror of the woman.
“Where are you going, aunty?”
“For de doctor,” said she; “but if you be de ghost ob Massa Riggleston,
’taint no use for de doctor, for de major must be dead.”
“No matter what I am, aunty. Come with me.”
“De Lo’d sabe us!”
“If you behave yourself, and don’t make a noise, I will not hurt you,”
said he, as he led the way out of the shed.
“Where be I gwine, massa?”
“No matter; keep still.”
A few steps from the door was a small tool-house, which Somers opened,
and ordered the woman to go in. She tremblingly obeyed, and he closed
the door upon her, with an injunction to keep entirely silent, which she
seemed disposed to obey. Fastening the door upon her, he returned to the
house, satisfied that she would not further interfere with his plans.
The black woman had left the kitchen door open, and Somers walked in,
with the light in his hand. There was a fire in the stove, on which
there were several dishes of gruel, and other articles necessary for the
sick room. It was evident that the farmer and his family had been turned
out of the house, for no other persons appeared to disturb his
operations. His long, heavy boots were not favorable to stealthy
movements, and he retired to the back room to remove them. After
satisfying himself, by a further examination, in regard to the structure
of the house, and the position of the doors and windows, he extinguished
the light, and passed from the kitchen to the front entry.
The door connecting with the front room, where the exciting events of
the evening had occurred, was open. Maud, in the deepest distress, was
talking to the wounded soldier. He was unable or unwilling to do
anything, and Maud depended upon the black woman for aid. Somers
concealed himself under the stairs, and waited for further developments.
He was not compelled to wait long; for presently he heard footsteps,
which indicated the arrival of at least half a dozen persons.
“It is hardly time for the return of Major Riggleston,” said one of
them.
“We are rather early; but when he comes, he will bring us the fullest
intelligence,” added another, as they entered the front room.
Then there was a commotion, which was produced by the discovery of what
had taken place in the apartment. There was nothing but a board
partition between Somers and the interior of the room, and he could
distinctly hear everything that was said. Maud told, in few words, what
had happened in the room; that Major Riggleston had been shot in the
head in his attempt to capture two prisoners, and that the men who had
done the foul deed had escaped. From what was said it was evident that
one of the officers was a person high in command—a general of division,
if not Stonewall Jackson himself. The others called him simply
“general,” and Somers could not determine who he was. The officers with
him were probably members of his staff.
The general immediately despatched one of his officers to institute a
strict search for the spies who had done this terrible work. He
regretted that it had not been discovered before; for the miscreants, as
he called them, in the most complimentary terms, were probably a good
distance from the house by this time.
“I know which way they went, general,” said Maud, eagerly. “They went to
the north of the house.”
“To the north, general,” added the wounded soldier; for both of them had
carefully treasured up this information, dropped hastily from the mouths
of the scouts, for future use, as Somers intended they should.
“Very well; pursue them towards the north, colonel,” resumed the
general. “But don’t say a word about what has happened in this house
till morning. It will help us in the search.”
The speaker proceeded to give very careful directions for the pursuit
and the search, to all of which Somers listened with the deepest
interest. The colonel who had been charged with the duty, departed.
“What do you think of him, doctor?” asked Maud, revealing to the
listener the fact that one of the officers was a surgeon.
She was sad and depressed, and asked the question with trembling tones,
which betrayed her solicitude for the wounded major.
“I don’t think he is very badly wounded. The ball has passed through his
head; but worse cases than this have occurred, and the patients are
alive and well to-day,” replied the surgeon.
The wounded man was taken up and borne to a bed in the chamber with
Maud’s other patients; after which the soldiers received some attention.
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