A Little Traitor to the South: A War Time Comedy with a Tragic Interlude — John Shaqi
A Little Traitor to the South: A War Time Comedy with a Tragic InterludeBrady, Cyrus Townsend
History
A Little Traitor to the South: A War Time Comedy with a Tragic Interlude
Brady, Cyrus Townsend
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
The state of the tide, the necessities of the blockade-runners who
hoped to escape that night under cover of the confusion caused by the
attack, rendered it absolutely necessary that there should be no delay
in the departure of the torpedo boat. The time had been set for seven
o'clock, as late as practicable, in order to secure the advantage of
settled darkness before the blow was delivered. The party on the wharf
waited apprehensively a little longer, conversing in low tones as the
moments ran away, and there was great anxiety as to the whereabouts of
the missing officer. Seven o'clock struck from the ancient church
steeple hard by; still he did not appear.
"General," said Lacy, a few moments later, "if I might suggest, sir--"
"Go on. What is it?"
"It might be well to send for him."
"Never!" said the general, shortly; "it is a soldier's duty to be at
the place appointed him at the specified time. I shall not send for
him. If he has forgotten himself, his duty, for any cause, he shall
suffer the consequences."
Lacy was in despair. He could not understand the situation. He had not
the slightest doubt of Sempland's courage. He knew his friend's rigid
idea of soldierly duty or honor. Where had he gone? If there had been
any way, he would have despatched men to hunt for him in every
direction, but the general's prohibition was positive. And for some
reason which he could not explain he refrained from saying anything
about Sempland's visit to Fanny Glen, merely advising the general, in
response to an inquiry, that he had left him to go to his quarters to
write a letter.
Five minutes more dragged along.
"General Beauregard," said Lacy at last, "with your permission I will
seek him myself."
"No," said the general, sternly, "we can wait no longer. I need you for
something else."
"You mean--?"
"I mean that I shall carry out the original plan. Mr. Sempland has
forfeited any consideration whatever at our hands."
"Then I am to--?"
Lacy pointed toward the _David_.
"Unless you wish to back out."
"No one has ever used these words to me, sir," answered Lacy, proudly.
"I am as ready, as anxious, to go as I ever was. But Sempland--sir, I
would stake my life on his fidelity."
"It may be so. I can wait no longer. Will you go, or shall I give up
the expedition?"
"Rather than that, sir," said one of his staff officers, "if Major Lacy
hesitates, let me go."
"Enough!" said Lacy. "Will you explain to Sempland how it came about?
Good-by."
CHAPTER VII
THE HOUR AND THE MAN
Lacy tore off his coat and vest, and threw them on the wharf, saluted
the general and stepped into the boat. Some one in the group lifted a
lantern. The flickering light fell on the pale faces of the determined
men.
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