The Little Shepherd of Kingdom Come [90]
the reins; but she came on, looking straight ahead. Chad's hand went unconsciously to his cap, and when Harry rose, puzzled to see him bareheaded, the phaeton stopped, and there was a half-broken cry:
"Harry!"
Cap still in hand, Chad strode away as the brother, with an answering cry, sprang toward her.
. . . . . .
When he came back, an hour later, at dusk, Harry was seated on the portico, and the long silence between them was broken at last.
"She--they oughtn't to come to town at a time like this," said Chad, roughly.
"I told her that," said Harry, "but it was useless. She will come and go just as she pleases."
Harry rose and leaned for a moment against one of the big pillars, and then he turned impulsively, and put one hand lightly on the other's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, old man," he said, gently.
A pair of heels clicked suddenly together on the grass before them, and an orderly stood at salute.
"General Ward's compliments, and will Lieutenant Buford and Lieutenant Dean report to him at once?"
The two exchanged a swift glance, and the faces of both grew grave with sudden apprehension.
Inside, the General looked worried, and hit manner was rather sharp.
"Do you know General Dean?" he asked, looking at Harry
"He is my father,
The General wheeled in his chair.
"What!" he exclaimed. "Well--um--I suppose one of you will be enough. You can go."
When the door closed behind Harry, he looked at Chad.
"There are two rebels at General Dean's house to-night," he said, quietly. "One of them, I am told---why, he must be that boy's brother," and again the General mused; then he added, sharply:
"Take six good men out there right away and capture them. And watch out for Daws Dillon and his band of cut-throats. I am told he is in this region. I've sent a company after him. But you capture the two at General Dean's."
"Yes, sir," said Chad, turning quickly, but the General had seen the lad's face grow pale.
"It is very strange down here--they may be his best friends," he thought, and, being a kindhearted man, he reached out his hand toward a bell to summon Chad back, and drew it in again.
"I cannot help that; but that boy must have good stuff in him."
Harry was waiting for him outside. He knew that Dan would go home if it was possible, and what Chad's mission must be.
"Don't hurt him, Chad."
"You don't have to ask that," answered Chad, sadly.
. . . . . . .
So Chad's old enemy, Daws Dillon, was abroad. There was a big man with the boy at the Deans', General Ward had said, but Chad little guessed that it was another old acquaintance, Rebel Jerry Dillon, who, at that hour, was having his supper brought out to the stable to him, saying that he would sleep there, take care of the horses, and keep on the look-out for Yankees. Jerome Conners's hand must be in this, Chad thought, for he never for a moment doubted that the overseer had brought the news to General Ward. He was playing a fine game of loyalty to both sides, that overseer, and Chad grimly made up his mind that, from one side or the other, his day would come. And this was the fortune of war--to be trotting, at the head of six men, on such a mission, along a road that, at every turn, on every little hill, and almost in every fence-corner, was stored with happy memories for him; to force entrance as an enemy under a roof that had showered courtesy and kindness down on him like rain, that in all the world was most sacred to him; to bring death to an old playmate, the brother of the woman whom he loved, or capture, which might mean a worse death in a loathsome prison. He thought of that dawn when he drove home after the dance at the Hunts' with the old Major asleep at his side and his heart almost bursting with high hope and happiness, and he ran his hand over his eyes to brush the memory away. He must think only of his duty now, and that duty was plain.
Across the fields they went in a noiseless walk, and leaving their horses in the woods, under the care of one soldier, slipped into the yard. Two men were posted
"Harry!"
Cap still in hand, Chad strode away as the brother, with an answering cry, sprang toward her.
. . . . . .
When he came back, an hour later, at dusk, Harry was seated on the portico, and the long silence between them was broken at last.
"She--they oughtn't to come to town at a time like this," said Chad, roughly.
"I told her that," said Harry, "but it was useless. She will come and go just as she pleases."
Harry rose and leaned for a moment against one of the big pillars, and then he turned impulsively, and put one hand lightly on the other's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, old man," he said, gently.
A pair of heels clicked suddenly together on the grass before them, and an orderly stood at salute.
"General Ward's compliments, and will Lieutenant Buford and Lieutenant Dean report to him at once?"
The two exchanged a swift glance, and the faces of both grew grave with sudden apprehension.
Inside, the General looked worried, and hit manner was rather sharp.
"Do you know General Dean?" he asked, looking at Harry
"He is my father,
The General wheeled in his chair.
"What!" he exclaimed. "Well--um--I suppose one of you will be enough. You can go."
When the door closed behind Harry, he looked at Chad.
"There are two rebels at General Dean's house to-night," he said, quietly. "One of them, I am told---why, he must be that boy's brother," and again the General mused; then he added, sharply:
"Take six good men out there right away and capture them. And watch out for Daws Dillon and his band of cut-throats. I am told he is in this region. I've sent a company after him. But you capture the two at General Dean's."
"Yes, sir," said Chad, turning quickly, but the General had seen the lad's face grow pale.
"It is very strange down here--they may be his best friends," he thought, and, being a kindhearted man, he reached out his hand toward a bell to summon Chad back, and drew it in again.
"I cannot help that; but that boy must have good stuff in him."
Harry was waiting for him outside. He knew that Dan would go home if it was possible, and what Chad's mission must be.
"Don't hurt him, Chad."
"You don't have to ask that," answered Chad, sadly.
. . . . . . .
So Chad's old enemy, Daws Dillon, was abroad. There was a big man with the boy at the Deans', General Ward had said, but Chad little guessed that it was another old acquaintance, Rebel Jerry Dillon, who, at that hour, was having his supper brought out to the stable to him, saying that he would sleep there, take care of the horses, and keep on the look-out for Yankees. Jerome Conners's hand must be in this, Chad thought, for he never for a moment doubted that the overseer had brought the news to General Ward. He was playing a fine game of loyalty to both sides, that overseer, and Chad grimly made up his mind that, from one side or the other, his day would come. And this was the fortune of war--to be trotting, at the head of six men, on such a mission, along a road that, at every turn, on every little hill, and almost in every fence-corner, was stored with happy memories for him; to force entrance as an enemy under a roof that had showered courtesy and kindness down on him like rain, that in all the world was most sacred to him; to bring death to an old playmate, the brother of the woman whom he loved, or capture, which might mean a worse death in a loathsome prison. He thought of that dawn when he drove home after the dance at the Hunts' with the old Major asleep at his side and his heart almost bursting with high hope and happiness, and he ran his hand over his eyes to brush the memory away. He must think only of his duty now, and that duty was plain.
Across the fields they went in a noiseless walk, and leaving their horses in the woods, under the care of one soldier, slipped into the yard. Two men were posted