TRAILING RED JERRY
Lawrence sat reading a letter. It was from Harry and told of his
adventures since their parting. It closed as follows: "Captain, I want
to come to you. Bruno and I are becoming too well known in this section.
Then it has been very quiet here since Porter and most of his men fled
south. I understand General McNeil and most of his force have been
ordered to Southeastern Missouri, so there is little here for me to do.
Try and get me transferred if you can. I have a mate now, a boy about my
age, by the name of Jack Harwood. He is a good one, and is crazy to come
with me. See if you can't get him transferred too."
Dan came in just as Lawrence finished reading the letter. "What do you
think of that, Dan?" asked Lawrence, handing it to him.
Dan read it. "Don't see what you can do for him when you can't keep me,"
said Dan, lugubriously. He had been in the dumps ever since he thought
that he and Lawrence might have to part.
"Cheer up, Dan," said Lawrence. "I have good news for you. General
Schofield finds so much requiring his attention that he will not be able
to take the field in person for some time yet. He has requested me to
take a force of fifty men and scout down through the Ozarks and then
make my way to General Blount in Northwest Arkansas. Of course, you will
go with me."
Dan was so excited that he took three chews of tobacco, one right after
the other.
"You can send for Harry now, can't you?" asked Dan.
"Yes, and to please him I will also ask for a transfer for that mate of
his. He must be a good one to have Harry like him so well."
Lawrence had no trouble in getting Harry Semans and Jack Harwood,
scouts, transferred to his command.
When the transfer came Harry was overjoyed, and lost no time in
reporting at Rolla, where Lawrence was organizing his company.
"Hello, you here already?" cried Lawrence, as Harry made his appearance.
"Mighty glad to see you and Bruno, too. How are you, old fellow?" and
Lawrence patted the dog's head and heartily shook the paw extended to
him.
"Here is Jack, Captain, you mustn't forget him," said Harry introducing
his companion.
"Ah! Jack, glad to meet you," said Lawrence so heartily and cheerily
that Jack's heart was at once won. "Anyone that Harry recommends needs
nothing more. You are more than welcome."
"I can never hope to equal Harry," replied Jack, modestly, "but where he
leads I can follow."
"The trouble is he wants to go ahead where there is danger," laughed
Harry.
"I reckon I will have to put leading strings on both of you," replied
Lawrence, with a smile.
Just as Lawrence was ready to start for the Ozarks he received a message
from General Schofield, saying that Red Jerry and his band were making a
great deal of trouble along the Osage; that he had lately surprised and
nearly annihilated a force of seventy-five men under a Captain Dunlay,
and that the victory had encouraged him to commit further excesses.
"Can't you go and teach him a lesson he won't forget, before you start
for the Ozarks?" asked the General.
"Here, what do you think of this, Dan?" asked Lawrence, handing the
message to his lieutenant.
"Let's go by all means," replied Dan, his face brightening. "I am just
aching to get a chance at that fellow."
"The same here," exclaimed Lawrence.
Hearing that Captain Dunlay, who had been in command of the force Red
Jerry had routed, was in Rolla, Lawrence hunted him up to learn all he
could of his whereabouts, and the supposed number of his band.
When Dunlay heard Lawrence was to go after Red Jerry with fifty men he
was astonished. "Captain," he exclaimed, "It's suicidal! Your force will
simply be exterminated. Red Jerry has at least two hundred men and they
fight like devils."
"Never mind the number of his men, or how they fight," said Lawrence.
"What I want to know is where I will be most likely to find him."
"I can tell you where I found him," snapped Dunlay, nettled at what
Lawrence had said, "and I wish you joy when you meet him."
"No offence, Captain," replied Lawrence. "Just tell me what you know
about his hiding places."
The Captain told all he knew, and when Lawrence thanked him and went
away, Dunlay turned to a brother officer standing by and remarked, "That
young popinjay will be wiser before many days."
The next morning Lawrence was on his way bright and early. It was not
until the afternoon of the second day that he began to hear anything of
Red Jerry. He then learned that he had attacked and was chasing a small
scouting party towards Versailles.
"Dan, we are in luck," said Lawrence. "Jerry will not be expecting a
force from this way, and we may meet him on the way back."
The meeting took place quicker than Lawrence expected. Towards evening
there came from the front the sound of several shots, and in a few
minutes Harry Semans, who was in command of the advance guard, came
galloping up.
"Guerrillas ahead, Captain," he reported.
"How many?"
"I only saw four, but I reckon there are more back. Bruno had hardly
given a warning of danger ahead when these four came around a bend in
the road at full gallop. They seemed surprised at seeing us, and after
firing one volley wheeled their horses and went tearing back. The boys
were eager to pursue, but I held them back, fearing an ambuscade."
"You did right, Harry. We have a wary foe to contend with, up to all
sorts of tricks. We can't be too careful."
Leaving the troop in charge of Dan, Lawrence rode forward with Harry to
where the advance had halted.
"Seen anyone since I left?" asked Harry.
"No, but that dog of yours acts mighty queer."
"Plenty of rebs around then? Hello! There's a couple."
Two horsemen had appeared around the bend. When they noticed they had
been discovered they halted and one of them, who was on a magnificent
gray horse, raised a field glass to his eyes.
"Don't fire, boys, the distance is too great and I want to look at
them," said Lawrence.
Lawrence took a look through his glasses and after a moment exclaimed,
"Jerry Alcorn, as I live, on that gray horse. The one with him is a
young fellow. Well, we have found the game we came after."
At the same time Jerry was saying to his companion, "I know that fellow,
Agnes.[15] Curse the luck. It's Lawrence Middleton. It's run now instead
of fight. Where in the world did he come from? and how did he get here?"
[Footnote 15: Jerry called his wife Agnes only when they were alone. At
other times she was known as Billy and called so by his men.]
"Don't let's run until we have to," replied Billy. "This Middleton is
the fellow who cut your command all to pieces last fall, is he not?"
"Yes, and the same one who run me out of St. Louis; but I hold no grudge
against him for that, for if he had not I never would have met you.
The ----"
This exclamation was caused by Lawrence and the advance guard charging
down upon them. Lawrence had come to the conclusion that the guerrillas
were surprised and totally unprepared for a fight. This was true. They
were returning from their pursuit of the scouting party and were strung
out a long distance along the road.
Wheeling their horses, Jerry and Billy rode madly back and after them
thundered Lawrence and the guard. When they turned the bend in the road
Lawrence saw a sight that made his heart thrill. On each side of the
road for over a mile there were open fields. Scattered along the road
for the whole distance was Jerry's band riding at leisure.
"Tell Dan to bring forward the whole troop at full gallop," shouted
Lawrence.
Eager for the fray the troopers came. Jerry saw his danger and was
wildly gesticulating for his men to turn back. They understood, and
wheeling their horses, in a moment were in full retreat.
The troop came up and the order "Charge" was given. Soon the hindmost of
the guerrillas and the foremost of the Federals began to exchange shots.
A guerrilla's horse went down, but the rider scrambled to his feet and
was over the fence and running like a deer when a carbine rang out and
he fell, all crumpled up, and lay still.
Lawrence saw one of his men reel and then fall forward, clutching his
horse's neck. Some of the guerrillas riding the fleetest horses formed a
rear guard, and taking advantage of every rise of ground would hold the
advance of the Federals back as long as possible.
The chase had continued some three miles, when the road became narrow
and lined with bushes on each side. Jerry saw his opportunity; he knew
the pursuit must be checked, or his whole band would be captured or
dispersed. As it was, he had already lost six or seven men. He dashed to
the head of the column and quickly gave orders. As the men passed him,
three would spring from their horses and disappear in the brush, the
fourth one riding on with the horses.
The road through the brush was a winding one, and Jerry was in hopes the
Federals might not see what was being done and ride into the trap.
Mounted men would have but little chance in that narrow road against an
enemy concealed in the brush. But Lawrence was not to be caught. He saw
the opportunity afforded for just such a move; not only this, but he
caught sight of the last of the guerrillas as they were disappearing in
the brush.
"Halt!" he ordered.
His men drew rein, wondering why they were halted. When the column
closed up, Lawrence ordered half of the men to dismount, form a skirmish
line on each side of the road and to advance cautiously.
This was done, and soon the crack of the carbines and revolvers showed
that the guerrillas had been aroused, and then the cheers of his men
told Lawrence the enemy were retreating. Jerry had failed to draw the
Federals into his trap, but he had saved his gang, for night was now
near at hand and it would have been madness for Lawrence to continue the
pursuit in the darkness.
Lawrence went into camp near a farmhouse, where he noticed there was
plenty of provender for the horses.
The house was tenanted by a woman and three children. At the sight of
the Yankees the children shrieked in terror and ran cowering behind
their mother, who tried to preserve a brave front, but could not conceal
her fears.
By questioning, Lawrence became convinced her husband was one of Jerry's
band, but he quieted her fears by saying, "There is no reason for you to
be alarmed. Your house will not be disturbed. I will see that no soldier
enters it. What feed the horses need I will take. I also see some fat
pigs. I shall let my men kill one. Some sweet potatoes may be dug and a
few chickens killed, but nothing will be taken that we do not actually
need, and nothing will be destroyed. But for all I know we may be
attacked. My advice is to go into the house, bar the door and keep
quiet."
Lawrence had had two men wounded in the _melee_ and they were as
tenderly cared for as possible.
The men were soon busy preparing supper, and chicken, fresh pork and
sweet potatoes added to their rations, made, as they thought, a banquet
fit for a king. All were in the highest spirits as they discussed the
incidents of the day.
"I tell you," said one, "that young Captain of ours is a good one. Not
many would have discovered that ambuscade, and we would have ridden
plumb into it."
In this they were all agreed, and when they saw the preparations that
Lawrence made to guard against a surprise at night they became
convinced, more than ever, that their Captain was all right.
As for the guerrillas, they felt when night came that they were safe;
but Red Jerry was wild with rage. As soon as he became convinced that
the pursuit was over he called a halt. If he wished, he could have been
miles away by morning, and out of all danger, but he did not wish. He
was burning for revenge. He detailed two of his best men to go back and
find where the Yankees camped and then report as soon as possible.
Runners were also sent out through the country to bring in all the men
they could. By morning he believed he could rally at least a hundred
men.
"They have not over fifty," said Jerry, as he discussed the matter with
his officers. "If we can't whip them we had better go out of business. I
will have revenge or die in the attempt. We will wait until Carter and
Holmes report, then lay our plans."
Lawrence, like Jerry, was not satisfied with what had been done. After
supper, when the men sat around discussing the results of the day, he
said nothing, but sat buried in thought.
"Why so glum, Captain?" asked Dan. "Has anything gone wrong?"
"Yes," replied Lawrence. "We have just scorched the guerrillas instead
of capturing or dispersing them, and by morning they will be miles away.
I look upon our expedition as a failure."
"Pardon me, Captain," spoke up Harry, "but I believe you are mistaken
when you say the guerrillas will be miles away in the morning. Instead,
I look for an attack tonight or in the morning."
"What makes you think so?" asked Lawrence.
"In the first place, from what you tell me of Red Jerry, I do not think
he is a man that will run away so easily. Then through that open country
he had a good opportunity to ascertain our strength. He knows as well as
you that we do not number over fifty. I took care to estimate his
strength and he has about eighty. By morning he will have a hundred.
Instead of running away, I am confident he is not over three miles from
us, laying plans as to how he can get his revenge."
"Do you really think so, Harry?" asked Lawrence, rising.
"I not only think so, but I am going to know so."
"But how?"
"By going to see. By tracking them to their lair."
"How many men will you need to go with you?" asked Lawrence.
"I want Jack only. Bruno, of course, will be one of the party. More
would be in the way. Come on, Jack."
"Aren't you going to take your horses?" cried Lawrence, seeing they were
making preparation to start away on foot.
"Horses are no use on this scout. I hope to sneak up on them."
"Harry, I hate to see you go," said Lawrence, with feeling.
"Poof! I have had many a more dangerous job than this, but if we are not
back by midnight, you may know something has happened. Come on, Jack."
The two boys and the dog were quickly swallowed up in the darkness. The
men watched them as they went, and shook their heads. "Cap oughtn't to
have let them go," said one.
"Don't worry," said Dan. "The boys can take care of themselves, and they
have Bruno."
It was well they had Bruno, for after going a mile the dog turned up a
road that crossed the one they were on. "We would have gone right on,"
said Harry. "It's funny how much more a dog knows about some things than
a man."
After following the cross-road a space they saw the dim lights of a
house ahead. They also became aware there were dogs on the place. Bruno
began to bristle up.
"Quiet, old boy, no fuss," said Harry.
Bruno obeyed and walked meekly by his side.
But the dogs of the house barked so furiously that two men came out.
Harry and Jack sought shelter in a clump of bushes by the roadside. It
was starlight and objects could be distinguished some distance away. The
dogs began leading the men directly to where Harry and Jack lay. With
revolvers in their hands, the boys waited. They knew a shot might
destroy the object of their scout, but saw no way out of it. Just at
this moment a rabbit scurried across the road, and the dogs, with yelps
of delight, took after it.
"Them blame dawgs," growled one of the men, "to make all that fuss over
a rabbit. But, Hicks, we 'uns might as well git our hosses an' be
goin'."
Just then two horsemen came galloping down the road. They halted at the
sight of the two men and one cried, "Why, Sloan and Hicks, what's up?
Why aren't you with Red Jerry?"
"Jes' goin' to start," said Sloan. "Whar hev' yo' uns been?"
"Watching the Yanks. We're on our way to report to Jerry. Hicks, the
Yanks are camped on your place."
"What's that? The Yanks camped on my place!" cried Hicks.
"Sure. Reckon you'll be short on fodder and pork and sweet 'taters by
morning."
"The ole woman and children?" gasped Hicks.
"Reckon they're all right, seeing their natural protector is not at
home. The Yanks won't hurt them. Git your hosses and come on. We've been
gone too long now. Jerry will give us the devil for not reporting
before."
As he was speaking horsemen were heard approaching from the other
direction, and in a moment Jerry and Billy rode up.
"Is that you, Stevens?" Jerry demanded angrily.
"Yes," was the hesitating reply.
"I have a notion to have you cashiered for dawdling along the road. You
know everything depends on your report. I've been waiting an hour."
Stevens was Jerry's lieutenant and he did not relish the idea of losing
his office.
"Captain, I came as quickly as I could," he responded meekly. "You told
us to make a thorough examination, and that took time. I arrived here
just a moment ago. Sloan halted me, saying his dogs were making a fuss.
Then he asked us to wait a minute; saying they would get their hosses
and come with us."
"Well, what did you find?"
"The Yanks have gone into camp on Hicks' farm. They seem to be making
free with Hicks' fodder, pigs and 'taters (here Hicks was heard to
groan), and it looks as if they intended to stay all night."
"What do you say, Billy? Shall we attack them there?" asked Jerry.
"Stevens saw how they were situated. Let's hear what he thinks."
"We might whip them, but it would be a costly job," answered Stevens.
"We had a taste of how they can fight this afternoon. My advice is to
let them alone tonight and they will think we have run entirely away.
When they are not attacked nor hear anything from us, they will move out
kind of careless."
"Then your idea is to attack them in the morning?" asked Jerry.
"Yes, and I know a capital place. It is where this road crosses the main
road. This side of the main road is covered with bushes for about two
hundred yards, then come clear fields. Along the edge of the fields the
ground descends this way. We can leave our horses in the field, the men
hide in the brush along the road, and when they come along we can
annihilate them with one volley."
"What do you think of the plan, Billy?" asked Jerry.
"It's all right. If it works well we ought to finish them without the
loss of a man. Even if they discover us, we will have the advantage of
position, and we have two men to their one. If we cannot whip them I
shall lose my confidence in you as a fighter."
"Well said, Billy. Tomorrow morning it is. I will never rest until I
leave the body of Lawrence Middleton swinging on a tree."
Then turning to his lieutenant, Jerry said, "As you know the ground,
Stevens, I will leave the details to you. See the troop is on the ground
by daylight. Mind you don't fail me."
Thus speaking, Jerry and Billy rode back and in a few moments were
followed by the other four.
As soon as the sound of their horses' hoofs died away, Harry drew a long
breath. "I say, Jack," he exclaimed, "this is a cinch. Got all we want
without half trying. Now to camp as quick as we can."
They started back on the run, but Bruno soon gave notice of danger and
they hid while four men passed them.
"Recruits for Jerry," said Harry. "He may have two hundred men by
morning."
When they came to the main road both were breathing heavily from their
run.
"Let's stop here a moment," panted Harry. "Here is where they propose to
ambush us, and a jolly good place it is for the job. But let's hurry on.
Cap can't learn of this too quick."
Again they started on the run, and did not stop until they were halted
by the picket guarding the road.