Mara uttered a low cry at the scout’s startling announcement.
“Cannot we go some other way and thus escape them?” she asked,
tremulously.
“Not without turning back,” replied the Wizard Scout, “and that would
cost us hours of valuable time without throwing them off our track. No;
I see no better course for us than to keep on. Ha! I have a plan.”
Landaff, whose countenance had brightened at the sound of the
approaching horsemen, turned to his captor with a look of surprise.
“I should like to know what all this means, old man,” he exclaimed,
speaking for the first time.
“Hey,” said the scout, “ye see my darter and I hev been turned outen
house and home by ’em cursed grays. We ain’t got nowhar to lay an ear.
So ye see we kem over the mountins to go to my t’other darter’s, Ann
Mayhesters. Mebbe ye know her. She’s a rebel. So’s my darter, Mollie,
here. Their ma was a Southern woman. I am a Union man twenty-four hours
every day and not afeerd o’ Stonewall Jackson an’ all his army. Mebbe
my mulishness got us inter this difficulty. ’Tain’t fer myself I keer.
It’s the gal.”
“But ye’re trapped at last, old man,” retorted the Confederate, smiling
triumphantly.
“I’m not so sure o’ thet.”
“But those troops coming beyond no doubt belong to Johnston’s forces.
Hark! they will soon be here. You had better free me, old man. It is
for your interest.”
“That’s just what I’m going to do. But afore I set in I’m going to lay
down a bit a law. Ye see thet shooter, man; it is loaded to kill. An’
the lead it carries is fer you unless you do just as I tell you. I
don’t look like a man who eats his words, do I? Wal, I’m goin’ to set
you free. Then I want you to ride forward with us just as if you were
doing it willingly. If the party are a Northern squad, I’ll make it
all right with them. If they are grays, as I expect, you are to tell
them that you are escorting the gal and I to our relative’s in Macon,
an’ that we are true blue--I mean in this case gray. Remember I shall
watch your every movement and if you dare to betray me by word or sign
I’ll shoot you at the moment. My hand will be on this weapon all of the
time. Do you understand?”
The man winced but did not offer to speak.
“To prove to you that I will do as I say, I will tell you that I am Old
Fatality, the Wizard Scout!”
A groan from the other told that the mention of that dreaded name was
not without its effect.
By this time the clatter of horses’ hoofs was near at hand, and without
further delay the scout freed the captive.
“Don’t forget my warning!” he hissed in the trembling wretch’s ear.
“Come, ride forward and do as I have told you to the letter.”
Without daring to disobey, while hoping that fortune would turn in his
favor, the Confederate rode ahead a little in advance of his captor,
whose eagle eyes never for an instant left him.
Mara followed a little behind them.
By this time the oncoming cavalcade was near at hand, and a minute
later it dashed into sight.
We need not say that they were an anxious trio, though outwardly the
Wizard Scout appeared as calm as if expecting to meet friends.
As the horsemen drew nearer, his countenance lightened and then he
said, half aloud:
“It is he! we are saved.”
Mara heard the words and she supplemented them with a cry of joy.
At the head of the approaching squad she recognized the form of her
lover, Cavalry Curt!
He seemed scarcely less surprised than they and his pleasure was as
great.
“You have escaped in safety,” she said, as he clasped Mara’s hand.
“Yes; though it has been a fearful ordeal.”
“Well, have courage now, for the worst of your journey is over I think.
You are going to your relatives to stop I suppose?”
“Yes; poor grandpa is no more. And Harry! can you tell me ought of him?”
“Only that he was alive and well yesterday. Please bear no unnecessary
alarm on his account. And as you shall lose little in distance we will
keep you company ten miles or so on your journey.”
Mara murmured her thanks.
“Whom have you here,” asked Curt of the Wizard Scout, pointing to
Landaff.
“One of our graycoat friends,” replied the other. “And as he seems a
little uneasy, mebbe we had better secure him.”
Landaff had waited for an opportunity to escape but his captor had been
too vigilant for him to make the venture.
In a few minutes the united parties were moving on their journey.
Curt rode beside Mara to give her a succinct account of his escape
from Dalton and the succeeding events, while she told of all which had
befallen her, and in an unguarded moment dropped a word which apprized
him as to who his rescuer had been.
“So you risked your life for me,” he said, tenderly. “How can I pay you
for all you have done?”
“I feel amply paid to know that you are safe.”
The naive confession sent a thrill of joy to his heart.
But the time had come for them to part again and he held her hand which
trembled in his while he saw the tear-drops glisten in her eyes. He
knew there were several in his own.
“Have courage, dearest,” he whispered. “The war will soon be over and
then I will come to you, loving and trusting.”
She tried to speak in vain, but when his lips pressed hers they felt
the thrill of love’s sweet kiss.
“Till we meet again, darling, be of good cheer.”
“Be careful of yourself, for my sake; and remember me to Harry.”
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and will follow the fortunes of all the characters through the various
scenes through which they passed. The sequel to “Cavalry Curt” will
be as interesting and as full of adventure as this has been. Harry
Morland, Cavalry Curt, Mara and the Wizard Scout will be followed to
the end of the war. Don’t fail to buy this; you will be well pleased
with the ending.--ED.]
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Transcriber’s Notes:
Punctuation has been made consistent.
Variations in spelling and hyphenation were retained as they appear in
the original publication, except that obvious typographical errors have
been corrected.
p. 17: Missing word(s) in the original text (to the [missing word(s)]
al----)
p. 17: Missing word(s) in the original text (Old man, [missing word(s)]
lie.)